Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

 - Class of 1977

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I TABLE OF CONTENTS ADMINISTRATION AND STAFF 2-6 GRADUATES 7 FORM NOTES 17 HOUSES AND CHOIRS 41 COMMITTEES 47 SENIOR ART AND LITERATURE 55 JUNIOR ART AND LITERATURE 81 ACTIVITIES 105 SPORTS 113 ADVERTISING 125 SCHOOL DIRECTORY 142 PREFECTS Back Row: Susan Reid, Head Girl; Mrs. Aldous, Mrs. Whitwill, Judy- Martin. Middle Row: Jane Martin, Senior Prefect; Keltie Johnston, Anne -Marie La Traverse. Front Row: Helen Leslie, Judi Young, Andrea Lawrence. 3 THE TREE OF KNOWLEDGE Mrs. Harwood-Jones Mrs. MacDonald MissMiskelly Mrs. O ' Brien Mrs. Peat Mrs. Sabourin Mrs. Saint Macary Mrs. Routliffe Mrs. Turkington 4 Mrs, Heacock Mrs. Poon Miss Douglas Mrs. Carter BELIEVE IT OR NOT — WE TOO HAVE OUR DREAMS! Mrs, Harwood - Jones: To have a mad love affair with Apollo, Mrs, White: To dance on a grand piano wearing a top hat, Mrs, Sabourin: To turn a Prince into a Frog! Mrs. Saint - Macary: To be a Germanic slave to Caesar. Mrs, MacDonald: To invent a low -calorie cigarette! Mrs, Heacock: To have a roomful of shelves, Mrs, Chance: To be Queen of Canada! Miss Douglas: To collect enough steel wool to knit a car! Miss Gwilym: To have enough money to buy the occasional new outfit, Mrs, Routliffe: To produce a successful generation of mathematicians. Mrs, Peat: To have the abilities of Merlin. Mrs. Gundy: To perfect a 28 -hour day! Mrs. Birch - Jones: To swim like a fish instead of flounder like a whale. Mrs. Turkington: To own a repair garage! Mrs. O ' Brien: To learn how to walk properly on her clogs. Miss Miskelly: To climb Everest. Mrs. Davies: To lose her impeccable English accent! Mrs. Grant: To live by brown bread and bran alone. Mrs. Scott: To be Queen Elizabeth I. Mrs. Poon: To have a piano that stays in tune! Mrs. Carter: To go back to the good old bad days! Mrs, Whitwill: To have all the staff come down to prayers! Mrs. Aldous: To have a kind Paper Fairy, Elmwood: To give and not to count the cost! 5 WHERE WOULD WE BE WITHOUT . . . Mr. John Kerkoerle, better known as " Jan " , is al- ways around somewhere, either fixing something electrical, knocking snow down off the roof, or simply mending something no one else knows how to mend! He is utterly indispensible and his cap is as familiar as the green uniform - without him the school would prob- ably never stand up! We hope you will always be around, Jan. Mrs. Therien and her capable kitchen staff faithfully produce lunches for 170 girls every day. Those of us who have morning classes in the vicinity of the back- stairs know what to expect by 12:55, for those well- known aromas drift up the three storeys with amazing ease. Thank you Mrs. Therien and all your staff - remember, variety is the spice of life! From Left to Right: Mrs. J. Therien, Mrs. M. Beaudoin, Mrs. M. Lambert, and Mrs. J. SmalL 6 6RADUAIES 7 JUDI YOUNG " Simplicity is no hindrance To the sublety of intellect. " Nietzsche When the sun shines on Judi, the best in her comes out. A very creative person, Judi is into many things including gymnast- ics, guitar, a flair for penmanship and a love for theatre. On other days when the sun is not so bright, we see another Judi. Pensive, reflective, sensitive, her crusty outer shell has floored many an English class. It is times like these that make us wish we could crawl into someone else ' s head space to see, search, and under- stand. Head Girl for fall term, Judi found herself fully occupied, unable to follow her interests. She is still uncertain of her plans for next year, but whatever they are, they lie on the stage. We ' re all confident she ' ll meet with success. Good luck. Pooh Bear - we ' 11 meet again in the far east! SUSAN REID " If you love something, set it free If it returns, it is yours. If it doesn ' t, it never was. " After seven years, there is no doubt Susan is a fully -fledged Elmwoodian. Her memories of Elmwood include winning the Laidler Cup, World Religions, Tuck, Sui Sang, Grade Ten Latin, serving at Ash- bury, head of the Altar Guild, the cruise, Reach For the Top, her August Parties (which always seemed to turn out better for her friends), and, of course. Stairway to Heaven. Hopefully this last year, dur- ing which she has been Senior Prefect and then Head Girl, will produce some of her best memories. Whether it be Trinity or Queens , we all wish her Good Luck! 8 JUDY MARTIN " Of all things you wear, the expression on your face is the most important. There - fore smile and the world smiles with you. " Known to her friends as Ratz, Judy is one of the few remaining students from the Grade 6 class of ' 69, and can certain- ly be called a golden oldie! Her schemes and vivacious personality, not to mention her tremendous wit and charm will long be remembered. Judy will no doubt have memories of the dance committee of ' 75 - ' 76, jumbo and the sports camper, the Sly Fox, ink and water fights, and the number of times the " two wild things " were accused of being immature and ir- responsible. Her braids and freckles have long disappeared, but the little devil that hit Elmwood eight years ago hasn ' t changed. This year Judy could often be found trying to accomplish something she never was very good at - waking up! In any case, bonerack, " It ' s a long road to freedom, " but now that you have made it, Good Luck! JANE MARTIN " It takes half our lives to learn who our friends are, and the other half to keep them. " Jane is one of our oldies but goldies. With us since Grade Seven, she is one of our fellow " hell -raisers " and many of our schemes were thought of by " buns " . Her studious skills and hard-working labours have paid off, well, at least until Grade 13! Our daily " raw sessions " at the Chateau Barb are the highlights of the day. Remember the thrilling moments at the " cow " pasture or the great put-ons of the phoney English accent? Jane may re- call the statement made by many: " Can you believe that those two wild ones got in? " We ' ll always believe it, because as they say, " Rules are made to be broken! " Jane is hopefully off to bigger and better things and more fun times. " 1 will leave some sign that I came by - my initials carved upon the tree of Life. " Strode 9 KE LTIE JOHNSTON Keltic came to us in grade seven. One of the " originals " , Keltie has lived through many an experience with us. These include bombing around Rockcliffe, discovering the Chateau -Barb, learning how to ski - with helpful hints from Grade 13, etc . . . Keltie has been a prefect and Head of Nightingale House this year. If she isn ' t putting up red stars or " rawing " in the Common Room, she can usually be found rendez -vousing at 241 Springfield. Keltie will be taking an Arts course at University. Wherever she goes we wish her the best of luck. ANNE -MARIE LaTRAVERSE V Anne -Marie LaTraverse is, and always will be, Petite, Delicate, and Refined - she is, above all, French. Ask her about the flats at A-nother school, and she will (blush) say she knows Nothing At All - which, of course, is the Truth. Anne- Marie has never looked back (who can blame her?). Bye. Bye. 10 HELEN LESLIE Very early on in life, Cricket decided that her calling in life was to confuse others. After many thrilling episodes abroad, Crick came to us in Grade 10 and has been most successful in her bounden duty. Behind that enigmatic front, we sus- pect there lurks a highly perceptive being, always ready to laugh at the ridiculous - a most worthy trait, as " H. in the H. " was Head of Fry! Crick would like to go to Queens, where, in time, her many Mach- iavellian talents will be fully appreciated . . . ANDREA LAWRENCE " With a smile and a song ... " Annie will always be remembered as the live spark of our class; even three years at Elmwood haven ' t changed her! She will have a lot of memories to take with her: break- fast parties, climbing mountains at four a.m. , E-Day, pickles, milk, the U.N. Conference, and Dance Committee. And, of course, what would Annie do without her ski -weekends at Mont St. Marie? Annie is no longer renowned for her short-term ro- mances, either! As Head of Keller House, Annie is always remonstrating how HER Juniors seem to be the only ones receiving black stars. She once said that each House reflected its Head! Our best wishes will always be with you, and so will your underpaid, over- worked Guardian Angel. Good luck at Queens, Annie. 1 1 HOLLY DOWDEN " They kept telling me to do squares, but I felt like doing circles. " S. Y. Holly arrived bedecked in green, in Grade Eleven from Earl Of March, and much to our surprise, has lasted three years! Quiet and collected, she was known in Grade Twelve as Editor of Samara, which saw many changes in that year. Her interests range from Economics to English, and to little grey stone houses. Next year we hope she ' ll find a home in one. Oh, and don ' t forget University and the Far East, eh? . . . BARBARA CLARK " Don ' t worry about it. " Barb is only one of two who came to Elmwood in Grade Six and made it to Grade Thirteen. She has slogged through much Latin and Math and has finally ar- rived at Grade Thirteen Chemistry! Otherwise known as Beezer, her interests seem to lie in the realms of poetry and nature. Next year she hopes to crash into Algonquin College, so that she may eventually join the family business! Keep i ongoing, Barb. 12 DIANE FIELDING Halfway through Grade Twelve, a strik- ing blonde arrived at Elmwood. Quiet and reserved, Diane puts up with the antics of the rest of the class with her constant good humour. A great chauffeur and a blood-thirsty biologist, we wish her the best of luck at McMaster University. The stars will certainly smile upon Diane! MARTHA GILLIES Martha Gillies is, and always will be, unforgettable: tall, sensuous, graceful . . . and above all, modest. One day the ghost of " La Banane Incognito " will return to Elmwood to tear through the halls at ten to nine. (Editor ' s note: Martha ' s motto has always been " Better late than never! " ) No one will ever know - was it just an- other FREUDIAN SLIP? Bye, Bye. 13 ROSALIND JONES What can one say about Roz. Dear Roz . . . nic . . . nic . . . What a year, eh, Roz? Well, she has been the centre of many water and book episodes, her in- describable laugh making itself heard throughout Elmwood ' s " Hallowed Halls " . Roz has survived our " small weekly as- sessments " , and was the infamous dir- ector and producer of " Classics Better Moments " . Montreal ' s A W was an en- ticement exclusive, with Matisse blurred in the background. As the world turns, Roz continues to amaze us; hard-working and bright -faced, she always helped us through Friday ' s Economics and Junior Lunch, Thanks Roz, we ' ll never forget ya! TINA KEALY " A touch of kindness makes the whole world akin. " William Shakespeare Wise Old Owl flew into the Elm -woods in Grade Nine with a scholarship. A faith- ful patron of the Smoking Area, Tina ' s endeavours include Math One and Three, Poko, and Daiquiri, cherry crunch, and Shepherd ' s Pie. (Unlike the rest of us, Tina has no problem with obesity!) Tina hopes to attend Algonquin next year, and we all wish her the best of luck in the years to come. 14 R OS ANN A MA Our great scientist and mathematician continues to freak us out with her unfail- ing abilities in these areas. With a be- coming smile on her face, she works hard, although she cherishes her weekends like the rest of us! From here, Rosanna intends to go on to Ottawa University, and we send our best wishes for a happy future along with her. KAREN McNULTY With bright blue eyes and the only waist - length hair around this year, Karen has bicycled to Elmwood for three years now. Having whizzed through the sciences and battled through English, she now plans to show her talents at McMaster University. We wish our camera-shy girl good fortune and a ten -speed bicycle! 15 MARIA ALMUDE- VAR: " Enthralling . . . quietly erotic, CHARLOTTE BARIL: " Dazzling, darkly humorous. " PAULINE BLAIR: " A triumph of dra- matic skill. " JANE BURKE- ROBERTSON: " A real shocker! " GILLIAN FITZ- GIBBON: " Splendid- ly crafty ... " GRADE TWELVE JENNI JOHNSTON: " Real . . . rather than invented. " ROWENA Mac- LURE: " Witty and charming, beautiful and smart. " HEATHER Mac- PHEE: " Savagely humorous. " REMEMBER . . . MaryHartman, MaryHartman . . . Wintario . . . Liz ' s car , . . volleyball . . . hot orange juice (?) . . . " I ' m going to kill her! " . . . Rideau-Carleton pay-offs . . . NAC subscriptions . . . horse shows . . . vicious CATHY HOLLAND: basketball , . . Rich Man, Poor Man . . . The Great " Quite " . Baby Powder Fight . . . " What do you mean it ' s in Mrs. Aldous ' office? " . . . gossip . . . fomenting Revolu- tions! . . , " Thank goodness, (sigh) it ' s been a good day! Nothing disastrous has happened! " ... Pig-A-Thons with Grade 11 ... cast meetings . . . " Die again, Mortimer! " ... she has one hundred and two now . . . monitors . . . " Who brought break today? " RAVE REVIEWS KAREN MOLSON: " Canada ' s most un- likely heroine. " ROSEMARY NES- BITT: " CENSORED " , CARLA PEPPLER: " A singular piece of magic. " RAINE PHYTHIAN; " Holds you from beginning to end. " LOUISE ROBEY: " Nothing quite like it since! " DEBRA RODGERS: " An almost mirac- ulous achievement. ALIX PARLOUR: " A rare and reward- ing experience. " ELIZABETH SEL- LERS: " Bizarre, and grimly fascin- ating. " Although the majority of us are going to cling to our fast-failing youth for another AGUEDA TAKACS: year, some of our number will be leaving us " Calm and profound- for bigger and better things. We wish Gillian ly subtle. " Fitzgibbon and those who may yet decide to leave the best of luck in the future. GRADE ELEVEN — AS WE REALLY ARE M Sue Anderson Kim Aston N. Cvetanovic Susan Leftly Susannah Power J. Thorsteinson Lynne Houwing S-arah Murray V. Sheehan Sandra Ulch Elizabeth Camp Debby Jamieson Lynn Parker Felicity Smith Si an Warwick SUSAN ANDERSON: Please put your chairs up! KIM ASTON: Sorry I ' m late. LIZ CAMP: Ne ven voch in par - viche! NADINE CVETANOVIC: B-A- A-A-L-0-0 -0-N! LYNNE HOUWING: Hee hee hee (blush blush). DEBBY JAMIESON: Hang on a minute! SUE LEFTLY: Don ' t be cheeky! SARAH MURRAY: Bluch onell ven dov eglisto? LYNN PARKER: Did I tell you about the time my brother stabbed me in the eye with a nail? SUSANNAH POWER: Tomorrow I ' ll start my diet. VERONICA SHEEHAN: Ah, come on, Miss! FELICITY SMITH: I ' m going to my dog -training classes. JENNY THORSTEINSON: Here today, gone tomorrow. SANDRA ULCH: I don ' t want to talk about it. SIAN WARWICK: L. K. O. , You make me writhe with disgust! Form Mistress: MRS, SABOUR- IN. 21 IKAarlHV-( iRlE£lN iTIBIlB.-IRClllDi DtJILDE ' ILAiriRAVgRy IF £A1RJ 4H ' MiariHNl CAIMIDY- ON IRIREIN , IBIETriH-SnMOIFfI GRADE NINE Christine Parlour Mary Jane Pigott Allison Provencal Chantal Rouleau Patricia Schoeller I 25 26 PENIIENIIARY 27 BUZZING AROUND GRADE 7-0 Darya Farha Andrea chewed her gum for three straight years; finally she choked on it! Erika is the girl who flies the most: too bad she doesn ' t use an aeroplane! Darya hung from the pipe for the longest time: finally, she fell and broke her arm! Alexis Is the person who held an arabesque for the longest time - until her bloomers split! Liz Gatti broke the world record for brushing he - hair. She ' s not bald yet . . . but wait ' till we .get her! Vicky held " B flat " (sure WAS flat) for five hours, 24 minutes and 18 seconds until she finally cracked up. Lynda held her breath for the first week of school: it ' s too bad she let it out! Victoria Mallett Lynda Nadolny Form Mistress: Mrs. O ' Brien 30, OLYMPIC RECORDS Carol was the first person to do a headstand on her nose! Dorothy breaks the record by having the cutest temper in the world. Liz Sellers is the person who has held Beethoven for the longest time - on the piano, that is! Jenny jumped the longest, then she jumped the highest! Whitney takes the longest time to horse around: she never stops! Mary is well known for her record -breaking broad - jump. Too bad she left her legs behind! Susan was the one who ran the longest dash - with her eyes closed all the way. Dorothy Schenker Jennifer Sutherland Whitney Taylor Mary White Susan Wurtele 31 Jennifer Leslie Caroline Martin Lisa Sawatzky Anne Tessier Kelly Verhey Vine a Willis Patricia Pezoulas NICKNAMES Lesley Banner - Wesway Tory Benitz - Ching Chong Stephanie Bosada - Bozo Sharon Clarke - Clas Rosemary Clyde - Roary Diana Fromow - D.J. Martha Gall - Muff Sylvie Joly - Mickey Mouse Brenda Kimmel - Lee Jenny Leslie - J.J. Caroline Martin - Martini Pat Pezoulas - Peepoo Lisa Sawatzky - Swat Anne Tessier - Annie Pannie Kelly Verhey - Welly Vine a Willis - Vinegar 33 Orade Six haue brife ideas ( w Christine Eggarhos Lucy Maureen Gill Benitz Adams Assaly Lynda Carolyn Gemma Booker Clendenning Devine Jialiana Farha Marion Jones 35 GRADES FOUR 37 THIS IS THE LIMIT! We ' ve got Leggs! Has anyone seen the inspector? 38 " Goily Gee . . ' Hi ' Was there any raw on the weekend? " PERFECT... OR PREFECT? Mrs. Whitwill! " " COLE -essaying ! " " That ' s what THEY say! " " Face it, Crick, you ' re out " Heh-heh - This cup is full of of touch. scalding coffee you know, Annie! " " Togetherness is such fun ... " v HOUSES AND CHOIRS FRY HOUSE From the top of the stairs: Martha Gillies, Susannah Power, Cathy Holland, Felicity Smith, Karen Molson, Jenni Johnston, Branka Stavric, Carla Peppier, Heather MacPhee, Elizabeth Camp, Senior Sports Captain; Holly Dowden, Standing row, left to right: Kim Aston, Kathy Green, Beatrix Podewils, Vicky Gall, Christine Humph- reys, Allison Provencal, Susannah Warren, Carol Nesbitt, Christine Eggarhos, Tove Ghent, Mary Ballantyne, Junior House Head; Michelle Hall. Second row: Tory Benitz, Mary White, Martha Gall, Erika Coetzee, Maureen Assaly, Cindy Mallett, Catherine Le Breton, Patricia Orizaga, Patricia Schoeller, Jenny Leslie, Susan Bell, Soraya Farha. Front row: Susan Anderson, Janet Laven, Dorothy Schenker, Marion Jones, Kathy Suh, Junior Sports Captain; Ruby Eggarhos, Donata Schoeller, Leilani Farha, Sheila Reid, Vanessa Thomas, Gillian Benitz, Linda Booker, Andrea Cardinal, Fiona Gale, Judi Young, Helen Leslie, House Head. Absent: Elizabeth Sellers, Chris Kelly, Dear Fry; Incredible though it may seem, the time has come to write this final letter. Looking back over the year, we held Bake Sales and Dress-Up Days, and participated in various diverse activities, ranging from unconventional volley- ball games to jelly-eating races. In spite of a few nisunderstandings, we generally had a great time. I ' d like to thank the Small Fry, the Middle Fry, and Grade 12 for their unfailing support throughout the year, Judy Martin, Jenni Johnston, Heather MacPhee, and Kathy Suh have all earned my undying gratitude, but my special thanks is saved for Liz Camp, who, as Sports Captain, displayed remarkable patience, ingenuity, and even courage on certain memorable occasions. I could close off by wishing Fry the best of luck next year, but I won ' t, for with Heather at the helm next year you won ' t need it - Nightingale and Keller will! Once again, many thanks, Cricket 42 KELLER HOUSE From the top of the stairs: Karen McNulty, Pauline Blair, Tina Kealy, Debby Jamieson, Gillian Fitzgibbon, Raine Phythian, Jane Burke-Robertson, Nadine Cvetanovic, Rosemary Nesbitt, Sian Warwick, Sandra Ulch, Julie La Traverse, Rosanna Ma. Standing row, left to right; Christine Parlour, Andrea Korda, Pam Houwing, Lucy Adams, Chantal Rouleau, Candy Warren, Sandy Zagerman, Stephanie Bosada, Amanda Lovatt, Susan Wurtele, Anne Tes- sier, Alison Lee. Second row. Merran Blaker, Heather Kelly, Jill Reid, Wendy Ne vile, Robyn S toner, Sheena Troop, Whitney Taylor, Janet Burrows, Linda Nadolny, Lesley Banner, Ruth Ale xandor. Junior House Head; Claudia Fuerst, Front row: Heather Lawson, Junior Sports Captain; Vinca Wi llis, Debbie Adams, Lisa Mierins, Sylvia Joly, Gemma Devine, Caroline Clendenning, Lisa Kelly, Lisa Milstein, Margaret Purdie, Jane Lawson, Niquette Ruddock, Glynis Marcus, Sharon Clarke, Juliana Farha, Rosemary Clyde, Diana Fromow, Jenny Chorl- ton, Rosalind Jones, Senior Sports Captain; Andrea Lawrence, House Head. Absent: Lisa Hopkyns, Dear Kellerites; When I think back on all the wonderful times 1 have had as your House Head this year, 1 realize that they could not have been possible without all the help and support 1 received from Nadine, Ruth, Roz, and Heather, and, of course, a great deal of credit is due to each of you. Though we may not have won all the games, we played well, and I feel that our House Motto " Fair Play " was upheld at all times. While we may not be top in points, we can safely say that we are top in spirit. We made well over our goal for Sui Sang, and were able to buy an advertisement in Samara and a cake, and still have money left over for other committees. With Keller socks, our Bake Sale, and our enthusiasm not only in Spirit Week but throughout the whole year, Keller has left me with many good memories. After three years in Keller, the time has come to say good-bye, with sadness, but with satisfaction. This has been the best year of all for me because of each of you. Best of luck to next year ' s Head, and of course to all of you, I ' ll miss you. With love , Annie. 43 NIGHTINGALE HOUSE From the top of the stairs: Sarah Murray, Senior Sports Captain; Jennie Thorsteinson, Charlotte Baril, Barbara Clark, Diane Fielding, Rowena Macliore, Alix Parlour, Maria Almudevar, Debra Rodgers, Louise Robey, Stand- ing, left to right: Alex Power, Veronica Sheehan, Susan Leftly, Lynne Houwing, Susan Steele, Christianne Wurtele, Elizabeth McDougall, Sarah Martin, Elizabeth Watson, Kathryn Fraser, Erin Verhey, Susan Isaac. Second row: Michelle Parisien, Elizabeth Gatti, Lucy White, Patricia Pezoulas, Clare Butler, Carolann Swift, Alison Robey, Christine Assad, Katharina Podewik, Kathy Kershman, Junior Sports Captain; Kelly Verhey, Mary- Jane Pigott, Elizabeth Sellers, Front row: Alexis Fearon, Brenda Kimmel, Darya Farha, Christine McCartney, Cynthia Mallett, Katherine Young, Tanya North, Annabelle Mandy, Caroline Garwood, Laura Mcintosh, Karen Wilson, Carolyn Weppler, Jane Schmelzer, Junior House Head; Caroline Martin, Susan Roston, Susan Reid, Keltie Johnston, House Head; Jane Martin, Anne-Marie La Traverse. Absent: Beth Swift. ' Dear Nightingale, j ' lfter completing one year as Head of Nightingale I have many happy memories to look back on. All of our events including our bazaar, bake sale and dress-up day were very successful. Together we raised enough money over our quota to have a ' thank you ' party in June, I would like to thank each and everyone of you for giving me your sup- port. Special thanks to my vice-head Alix who was always there when needed. Also thanks to Sarah for her efforts concerning inter-house sports. I was pleased with our sports results and even more pleased with our spirit. Being Head of Hovise gave me the opportunity to get to know all of you. Keep up the spirit and give next year ' s House Head as pleasurable a year as you gave me. Good luck, I ' ll miss you. Love, Keltie 44 Back row, left to right: Allison Provencal, Kim Aston, Nadine Cvetanovic, Sarah Mur- ray, Susannah Power, Jenni Thorsteinson, Jill Reid, Susannah Warren, Julie La Tra- verse, Mrs. Harwood -Jones. Front row: Sian Warwick, Elizabeth Camp, Alison Lee, Pauline Blair, Choir Monitor; Jane Martin, Soraya Farha, Su san Leftly, Sandra Ulch. JUNIORCHOIR Third row, left to right: Carol Nesbitt, Lucy Adams, Anne Tessier, Carolann Swift, Mary White, Janet Laven, Elizabeth Sellers, Martha Gall, Janet Burrows , Susan Bell, Claudia Fuerst, Maureen Assaly, Christine Eggarhos, Patricia Pezoulas, Mrs. Harwood -Jones. Second row: Susan Roston, Jenny Chorlton, Alexis Fearon, Caroline Martin, Whitney Taylor, Lisa Mierins, Gillian Benitz, Karen Wilson, Brenda Kimmel, Vinca Willis, Lucy White, Jenny Leslie. First row: Carolyn Weppler, Vanessa Thomas, Laura Mcintosh, Chris Kelly, Annabelle Mandy, Leilani Farha, Fiona Gale, Choir Monitor; Jane Lawson, Sheila Reid, Ruby Eggarhos, Glynis Marcus, Julianna Farha. 45 COMMITTECS THE STUDENTS ' COUNCIL Back Rc5w, Left to Right: Judy Martin, Heather Kelly, Cathy Holland, Rosemary Nesbitt, Jenni Johnston, Treasurer; Heather MacPhee, Roz Jones, C aria Peppier, Sarah Murray, Reporter; Sandra Ulch, Alix Parlour, Secretary; Susannah Power, Front Row: Judi Young, Jane Martin, Mary White, Brenda Kimmel, Jane Shmelzer, Gillian Ben itz, Lisa Kelly, Patricia Schoeller, Kathy Fraser, Christine Parlour, Elizabeth Watson, Karen Molson, Christine Humphreys, Susan Reid, Chairperson. During the fall term, the Students ' Council felt that an amendment shoiild be made to the original constitution which had remained imaltered since it was implemented in 1974. Section I Article 3 " The Students ' Council shall also consist of the Head of each committee, to repre- sent more of the growing population of the student body and to help in the organiza- tion and execution of activities and duties therein. " The Students ' Council worked hard to create an enjoyable Spirit Week. The Prefects ran crazy races, jello-eating contests and cross-country competitions, two Talent Shows (Junior and Senior), a volleyball game against Ash- bury Seniors, and a Scavenger Himt. The week ended with a volleyball game and a Disco for the Grade Sevens and Eights. At the present time, the Council is still considering the introduction of another amendment which will encompass the recommendation of last year ' s Student Council that all the money raised by school committees should be imder the jurisdiction of the Students ' Council. We would like to thank each and every member of the Students ' Council and the school. Your support and par- ticipation made this year what it was. We hope you will strive to do even more next year towards strengthening the Students ' Council as a central government body representing the students. Susan and Jane 48 students ' COUNCIL ASSOCIATED NEWS On October 25, 1976, in association with the Student ' s Council, SCAN came into being. At ten cents a copy, it wasn ' t very hard to sell, though contributions ran a little dry. Only two further editions appeared before its early death. However, its cause was by no means lost - the idea had been planted many years ago with " Small Fry, " and probably even she had a predecessor - the seeds lie dormant and will germinate only with the correct " melange " of desire, creativity, and aim. So to all the future papers of Elmwood, I say Good Luck and Keep on Reading! This has certainly been a hectic year at Elmwood because of the many well-organized student and school activities that have taken place. Many of these activities were not receiving adequate public- ity so we decided to form a committee to meet this need and, at the same time, to gain for ourselves some experience in this field. Since then, " WALLS " has been showered with requests for all kinds of posters - discos. Samara, the Auction, bake sales and many other projects. (REMEMBER - WEAR YOUR BLOOMERS!?) Ahem, yes, well, we ' ve had a great time and we were pleased with the response. We hoped that we would eventually go into business, perhaps this summer, and we were given a lot of helpful advice. It has been a completely satisfying experiment for us and we hope that some of you will continue it next year. Thanks for your support. Judi Young Editor, Martha Gillies Anne-Marie La Traverse SUI SANG COMMITTEE Dear Elmwood, For once, the Sui Sang Committee made the required amount for our two foster children, plus extra to help buy small things to make their lives easier and more enjoyable. This wouldn ' t have been possible without the help of the school and its great support for our candy apple sales, march of the pennies, raffles, pocket book sale, ■and our other fund-raising activities. A large thank you should go to Felicity and Jane for their great help and pa- tience - remember rolling pennies on Friday night?! We hope next year you will support and give your spirit to the Sui Sang Committee as you have given to us this year. Remember they ' re your foster children! Jenni Felicity Smith, Jane Burke -Robertson, and Jenni Johnston. POUND COMMITTEE Pound, Elmwood ' s ver- sion of Lost and Found, collects loose articles lying around the school and keeps them until they are claimed by their own- ers. Elizabeth Watson, and Heather Kelly. BELL RINGER Alison Lee " ... never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee. " John Donne LIBRARY COMMITTEE This year, the Library Committee has been re - organizing the books. We still have not finished this job but are hoping to do so next year. 1 would like to thank the whole school for their co-operation. Sandra Sandra Ulch, Jill Reid, and Candy Warren. 51 FORMAL COMMITTEE With their partners, Left to Right: Jane Mar- tin and Tim Farquhar, Judy Martin and Jim Donnelly. After Susan Reid ' s great Before Party for the Graduating Class, and David Pigott ' s gathering for the Grade Twelves, everyone headed off to the Country Club for a roast beef dinner. After dinner everyone enjoyed dancing to a steel band which pleased both young and old. Those of us who still had energy went on to Michel Langois ' for more dancing and then to Judi Young ' s cottage to watch the sun come up. A great end to our evening was breakfast at Cricket ' s. Our thanks to everyone who helped and supported us through this year. Judy and Jane DANCE COMMITTEE Gill, Rowena and I have had a very interesting year! Unfor- tunately time did not permit us to hold as many dances as we had planned. Since Elmwood gave more support than our counter- parts did, we suggest that more outside participation is needed in the future, especially to meet the financial demands. We are pleased to have the Formal and Dance Committee financially joined, and next year we hope they will work closely together ! So next year " DANCE ON " Elmwood! Cathy Holland 52 THE DRAMA CLUB Sitting, from left to right: Alison Lee, Soraya Farha, Allison Provengal, Sue Warren, Heather MacPhee, Elizabeth Camp, Elizabeth Sellers, Sarah Murray, Alix Parlour, Jenni Johnston, Felicity Smith, Lynne Houwing, Sian Warwick, Vicky Gall, Christine Humph- reys, Pauline Blair, Christine Parlour. Front row: Jane Burke -Robertson, Elizabeth Mc- Dougall, Branka Stavric. Absent: Kim Aston, Rowena Maclure, Chris Assad, Andrea Lawrence, Karen Molson, Nadine Cvetanovic, and Julie LaTraverse. Dear Elmwood, I ' m happy to say that the enthusiasm which made the Senior School participate in the new Drama Club at the beginning of the year was not short-lived. Instead, many people took part in Snow White and for a first production it was a great success. The Drama Club now has a tidy sum in its Kitty for future Drama activities. We have already spent some money and along with much appreciated help from the Mothers ' Guild we have re- furnished the stage with some badly-needed renovations: new curtains, lights, spots, and blocks - which alter the tone of every new production. We are starting a project now called Noon-time Theatre which will keep everyone in practice for our next production. Pauline and I wish to give special thanks to Mrs. Davies for her direction and I know the whole cast of Snow White will join us in this. We can only say that we hope the Drama Club will continue in the following years as it has proved itself to be a very worthwhile venture. Alix and Pauline 53 MARA COMMITTEE Heads From Left to Right: Sian Warwick, Rosemary Nesbitt, Karen Mokon, Editor; Alix Parlour, Assistant Editor; Debra Rodgers, Rowena MacLxire, Elizabeth Camp, Assistant Editor; and Raine Phythian. Absent: Nadine Cvetanovic, Sarah Mur- ray, and Heather MacPhee. Staff Advisor: Mrs. N.R. Davies. CLASS REPRESENTATIVES This year, Samara has seen many changes for the better. We increased the number of pages in the book, and raised enough money to experiment with colour and break even on publishing costs. I would like to thank the committee members, each class representative, and all of those who contributed their ideas or materials to Samara. I am sure many of us will remember donuts and melting ice cream on " workshop days " , swearing over the typewriter, and jumping around hyster- ically when we sold a full -page advertisement! Thanks must go to Rosemary for her time and effort with advertising, to Debbie for division pages and to Liz and Alix for their help with copy and layout. I would also like to give special thanks to Mrs. Davies, who gave needed advice at the right times and encouragement throughout the year. I hope our slogan, " Be a good Samaratan " , will live on for a long time at Elmwood. Karen Molson Standing: Anne Tessier, Candy Warren. Sitting: Janet Burrows, Jenny Chorlton, Christine Eggar- hos. Sue Warren. Absent: Jenni- fer Sutherland, Andrea Tang. SENIOR ART AND LITERATURE THE SENIOR ART AND LITERATURE CONTEST THE PAINTING A scientist disappeared in Germany, a strange, fanatical little man. No one really missed him because no one had ever really known him. He was bitter and disillusioned with the world and all those who lived in it. His discov- eries had been ignored, laughed at or dismissed as being impractical or simply ridiculous. His name had never been even remotely well-known. Those were the results of a lifetime of hard labour. No longer would he toil for people who did not know of his existence, and certainly did not care. Never again would he be humiliated and rejected. Fools, all of them, he thought; well, the last laugh will be on you, my friends, the last laugh will be on you. The excited landlord could not remember when the painter had moved in; yes, it had been quite some time ago. Could he remember if the man had said where he was from? Had he seen any of this artist ' s paintings? Did he have a family? Was he a religious sort of man? Did he seem to be the type to do this kind of thing as a big hoax? In the landlord ' s estimation, what sort of a man was this painter? The bewildered man ' s impression seemed to be favour- able, the mysterious artist appeared to be a very serious, upstanding young man, not at all the type to have rigged the whole thing as a joke. At that moment a quick, energetic young man stepped into the crowded, smoke-filled hall. He was greeted by a rush of reporters with cameras flashing and note-books open. " What do you think caused your painting to ' cry ' , sir? " " If this was not rigged do you think it could have some supernatural cause? " " What do you think the scientists will find when they examine your painting, sir? " The flow of questions stopped abruptly when the little man put his hands up for silence. " Gentlemen, the only way you can all be assured that this occurence was not in any way the product of my, or any other person ' s imagin- ation or sense of humour, is, of course, to let a team of highly qualified scientists examine the painting. Then, perhaps you will be convinced that this is just one more of those unexplainable incidents which have so puzzled people in the past. Now if you don ' t mind moving aside, I would like to bring the painting through. " This was the moment they had all beenwaiting for; an expectant hush fell on the crowd of eager, straining re- porters, cameras ready, eyes fixed on the door through which the little artist had disappeared. Then it came. For a minute no one moved; they were all too surprised. A story is a story in the newspaper business; that was why they were all here, but no one had really expected to see the painting in action. Well there it was, a trickle of tears falling steadily from the eyes of the mournful occupant of the canvas. The reporters made a quick recovery, and in no time cameras were clicking at the rate of a flash per second, and people were jostling and pushing to get a good view of the painting as it was carried through the hall. The little artist followed his masterpiece; there were no emotions on his face until it was safely in a waiting car, which was to deliver it to the nearby university and a crew of highly skeptical scientists just waiting to get their hands on it. The world waited in suspense, but the scientists were baffled. The " crying painting " replaced politics and world events on the front pages of newspapers and magazines around the globe, and always the little artist stood by it. The scientists had done everything they could do to the painting short of dismantling it altogether to find out how and why it cried. Nothing had been found, except that the tears were indeed genuine tears. " Mind you, " one expert said, " if a man really set out to make tears he would not have much trouble doing so. What I can ' t understand is how he managed to get them insidethe painting and channelled out of the eyes like that without a complex system of tubing, which we have not been able to find. " After three days the tears stopped unexpectedly. The scientists had been hoping that this would happen, because a source that could run dry was not particularly supernatural. This could suggest the presence of some kind of device inside, but without actually taking the painting apart, they could not prove this, and take it apart they could not do for the world was fiercely against destroying a work of art of this value, particularly since no one believed there was anything inside. So every possible test was performed upon the painting to discover what was inside the layers of canvas. They X- rayed it, they passed infra-red light and electro-magnetic waves through it to test for metal objects within, they even built another frame with canvas as a " dummy " to see if there was any difference in weight between it and the original. They did all these things and others, and still they came up with nothing - just an ordinary painting which cried. An abyss gaped before the world of organized science where everything was given a nice, neat label and put on a shelf. The painting could not be ignored, but neither could its mystery be solved. No one knew quite what to do. The little painter was questioned and inter iewed constantly, and speeches like this one frequently appeared in magazines and newspapers: " I hardly expect the world to believe that I am in no way responsible for the things my painting has done, but I am not - I only painted it. How I could even have begun to make a contraption of such complexity as this one would have to have been to fool these scientists I do not know, I just do not have the intelligence nor the ingenuity. Flattered though 1 am, 1 really cannot claim to have such a brilliant brain - believe me, if I had one, I would not be a painter, " And so it went. The painting changed hands from one group of scientists to another. More and more it seemed as though here indeed was something man could not explain for all his advanced technology. People began to interpret the painting as being a message from God, or a warning that the end of the world was approaching. It became a controversial subject, and was talked about more than anything else on a universal scale. 56 In a far corner of Germany, a young woman scientist sat in her hotel room and gazed in perplexion at a pile of papers in her hand. She was doing a study for a group of nuclear scientists who wanted more research done in the field of radiation-proof material, because the use of lead and other heavy materials was not practical in their plants. During her research, she had heard mention of a German Professor who had devoted some years of his life to this particular field, and she had come to Germany in search of this man. Unfortunately he was nowhere to be found, but a copy of his research on such radiation -proof materials had been filed away in a folder with a photograph of him on the front when he had delivered a speech to a convention of sci- entists some years ago. Now as she avidly read the close-typed pages, the young scientist realized just how advanced and ahead of his time time the Professor had been. His invention was a thin sheet of substance which was almost like plastic to look at - very light, and very pliable. But more important, it was completely radiation-proof. It was made up of molecules of a hitherto unknown alloy of metals. Unfortunately, the convention had not been farsighted enough to realize or recognize the brilliance of his discov- ery, and had decided that it was too expensive to experiment with. Accordingly tibey shrugged it off and never gave it a second thought. Poor man, the young scientist thought as she wrote out her report on what she had found, I wonder where he is now. The next morning she walked past a German newsstand, and a photograph caught her eye. For a second she could have sworn she knew the face that stared out at her from beside the picture of the crying painting. The second passed, and she shrugged, but the eyes continued to haunt her, and she could not tell why. The secret of the painting continued to evade the scientists, some of whom were beginning to believe that they might in fact be making a mountain out of a very simple fact. After all the painting had cried, and try as they might they could not say why, so why not accept it? As for the rest of the world, they had long since ceased to listen to the scientists, who were, in tJieir opinions, not much to go by. People turned to strange new religious groups, based on interpretations of the message in the painting. Rivalry turned to open violence between major groups. The little painter was suddenly a very important figure, and his views and opinions on most matters were seriously considered by the masses, because his painting had endowed him with strange powers in their minds. Strangely, there were few people who noticed how the world was deteriorating, all because of a painting that cried. The little man peered anxiously at himself in the mirror: the old lines were returning to his face, and the roots of his hair were beginning to show grey. " It is only temporary as I said. It won ' t last much longer than five or six months. " Those had been the sxirgeon ' s words. Well, tonight was the big night. After this it would not matter any more anyway. The painter smiled to him- self as he prepared for the great event. The taxi ride passed as though in a dream, and then he was there. He sat before the convention of scientists, sur- rounded by television cameras and microphones, and waited for them to begin. After several minutes, a tall American scientist stood up with the air of one who wishes to get something unpleas- ant over with as quickly as possible. He cleared his throat loudly, adjusted his spectacles and mounted the platform. Once there he surveyed his audience with obvious distaste, and began his speech. " I really do not think it is necessary to explain why we are all gathered here tonight. I think everyone in this room, and all of those who are watching us at home know perfectly well what this convention has been held for. On behalf of the world of science, I would like to apologize to the artist of the painting whose authenticity we ques- tioned. From our test it would appear that we had no right to make any accusations concerning this painting at all. And may I add to the world that in the future if science ever becomes likely to become too egotistical concerning its finds and discoveries, a gentle reminder of the painting that cried will suffice to bring us back down to earth, and realize the limitations of our knowledge. " With this graceful speech, the scientist bowed and left the platform. No sooner had he done so than all eyes in the room turned towards the little artist. He spoke quietly and gravely. " I am only a simple painter, and now that I am once again accepted as such, rather than endowed with a brilli- ance I da not possess, I would like to return to my old life, and take with me my painting. Perhaps when I take it away, the commotion it has caused will die down, I certainly hope it will. I do not know why it cried, and neither does anyone else, for I am certain that had it been rigged in any way, you, the world ' s most accomplished scien- tists, would have detected it. As it stands nothing has been found, so a mystery the crying painting will have to remain, " The little man smiled at the cameras, wished a cordial good-night to all, and then walked out of the large room without a backwards glance. In his old office in Germany, a little old man sat hunched over his desk, busy with the object that lay before him. His face was lined and sagging, his grey hair strangely dark at the ends. In front of him lay several sheets of canvas, taken carefully to pieces to reveal two very light, pliable sheets of a plastic-like substance within. Sandwiched be- tween these was a very complicated system of hollow tubes and small empty liquid reservoirs. There was a gentle, satisfied smile on the old man ' s face. " Yes, my friends, he said softly, " I told you the last laugh would be on you. I am only sorry you could not know it. " Candy Warren First Prize 57 THREE ORANGES Midaftemoon - a dry, hot summer day when every- thing but the flies was moving slowly. The street out- side the police station was subdued and dusty from the drought. The young officer at his desk was a contrast to the people on the street - cool, dry, pressed by the hypnotic heat. He was cooly aware of this. He finished browsing through his predecessor ' s files on the Dreyton boys and sat back, fingering the crisp crease in his pants. Juvenile deliquency seemed to account for the only action in this godforsaken place! He caught him- self wishing for a burglary or something to alleviate the boredom. He carefully stretched, and rose. Self-consciously checking his tie in the glass pane on his door, he put on his mirrored sunglasses, and walked out to the car. There was no one on the street. Where did these hicks go in the heat? Not that he wanted their company. As he pulled on to the main road, in his mind he went over the case of RalphDreyton. Fatherdead, moth- er penniless, two older boys serving time in Kingston, Typical the boy had been caught shoplifting in the gen- eral store. It was the first time, but the owner had called the police because he was sick of those damned Dreytons, The officer caught a glimpse of himself in the rear view and shrugged. His reflection shrugged back. The expression in his eyes was impossible to read through the shades, but the guy did look a bit like Steve Mc- Queen, A first offence - all he could do was talk to the kid, try to straighten him out. He ' d see him again in six months, that was for sure. The knowledge re- assured him, somehow. Hold on, he thought. His training had been complete - he knew better than to assume criminal traits ran in families. Shoplifting was a common childish offence, usually committed to get attention, to assert indepen- dence, or out of boredom. It wasn ' t really that signif- " The Railway " , by Christine Humphreys - First Prize icant, he thought, pleased with his analysis. No, it wasn ' t after all, he himself had , , . Memories came flooding back. He was eleven. Growing up in downtown Toronto, going on raids in the market. His friends daring each other, stealing an apple, a pear, a tomato - running around the corner to compare takes, and then throwing them at cars. He had been along many times, but the others had never dared him to join in. Why did he only remember that now? The episode had never crossed his mind again until now. That day he was in the market by himself. He passed by the fruit stand, so often raided before, and looked around. He reached out and carefully chose one, two, three oranges. Then the voice of the owner, asking him what he wanted, then run- ning, running until rough arms grabbed at him and he fell. Then home - home to his mother ' s tears and recrimi- nations, his father ' s beatings, his sister ' s horror and contempt. For days it went on. Going to apologize to the fruit vendor, with his father ' s hand on his shoulder. Being taken to Chiarch to confess, and then home to endure his mother ' s reproachful silence. The officer had broken out into a cold sweat under his stiff collar. The memory of the old guilt he could taste in his mouth like tears. He shuddered, and turned off the road onto a dirt track. Another mile or so. He had not repeated his crime; in fact he had blocked it from his memory. But the guilt had never left him. He thought of his calm, detached desposition of the young kids whose crimes he was authorized to judge. He reached up and tore off his cap, as he pulled into the drive. As he got out of the car he tore the cuff off his pants. He stopped and looked at it thoughtfully for a second and made his way into the house. Mrs, Dreyton was standing there in her faded dress, looking defeated. He looked from her to the boy. He stood there, the red marks of a hand still painful on his cheek. In his eyes, no tears, but a combination of fear, pain, and defiance. The officer said to himself: " You are not going to share my guilt, " He looked at Mrs. Drey1;on and loosened his collar, " What a day, " he said. She shrugged, and gestured the boy to sit down. He did. The officer sat next to him at the table. He looked at the boy ' s defiant face for a long moment and then began: " There were these three oranges ... " Martha Gillies Second Prize 58 ODE TO A 10( LOVER Don ' t come too close, my love, Or touch the genesis of my secret soul With the shadows of your untried wings. You steal my breath, my space, my peace. You drink my thoughts and drain me dry And ask for tears. And love. I face your eyes. I only seek renewal, an escape from the void. Surely I am more than chaff to your grain. Surely I am more than splinters to your glass. Let me be me be me be me , . . Anonymous INTERLUDE He walked along the rolling sands, Looking up at the yellow star; Dazed by its brilliance, Warmed by its kindness. His head lowered, his eyes glanced to the side, And the blue waters filled his mind. Washing away with the waves his grief, Far out into the open sea. But the sun went down, And the waves came back, And he was lost In that sorrow again. Felicity Smith the cat situation each proud, lonely question marked by tidy words step over here one after another, antenna ed and distinct. they find their path through danger signals wailing, it seems through miles of guarded territory found quite by accident. perhaps for want of company they come invented by a need over here -- I ' d give one of my lives to know ! then knowing, fortify a battered moon with a friend, or break away lonely on broken paws, Karen Molson 59 STAR TRIP I am the shooting star that died But I was only meant to fall. Meteors have swept past me But they never heard me call, They only waved goodbye. Comets ' tails have brushed my face, Aeons come and gone; Sparks have fallen from outer space But they never stayed for long. I wanted to live and fly and soar, Pass galaxies in a day, I was meant for better things Not just the Milky Way. Barbara Clark THE GENTLEMAN To no one He speaks a word. And yet he understands people best. His face holds expressions for every remark. Each of which coincides exactly with its particular purpose: Soothing the pain of the injured, Rejoicing for the success of the triuphant. He gives no reproaches, Only His sympathy. He asks for no attention, o But is grateful for any that he might receive. His courage is without ferocity - For His Master he will do anything. More loyal than any human could ever be, He is never unfaithful. With all man ' s virtues, yet without his vices - He is man ' s first and best friend. Felicity Smith 60 JOURNEY Walking along the snow -laden path, I breathe in deeply the cold, ice air. Nothing in front, nothing behind, Except for the sun ' s shadow stalking mine. I wonder about life in all its forms , But then I look around and see all the white And the thoughts are just driven out of my head. I run and I jump, I scream and 1 shout. But the noise echoes strangely back. Alone. There ' s a big pile of snow just up ahead. I jump in it and make an angel. But then, right on my face There ' s a mass of snow lying. I shake it off and look up And see another person standing there. Alone. We join hands and then run off Through the snow -dripping forests. And then, through a swirling white mass When suddenly, we realize it ' s clouds And not snow blinding us. We fly for joy, to a land Where blizzards of noisy white happiness are. Where sadness is not wanted, Where the tears freeze into ice, And there is happiness. Alison Lee Holding to the needle of a pine laugh Beautiful, isn ' t it, Up in the air is my head — Taking a deep breath, the perfume of Fall. In my winter coat pocket rest my hands. To see nature in her crystal coat? Covered with snow stand my shoes, SEASONED drops of water Chantal Rouleau 62 V, A WINTER MOOD From the chilled frosty air, Gusts of gentle winds Whistle through the bleak woods Bending the little branches On the stiff solid firs, Which sway creaking and groaning. Disturbing the stillness Of the crisp, pure silence. Lacey snowflakes drift downward Through the somber sky. Only to be swept up by little drifts And joyfully swirled about. Sprinkled with flakes That melt at first touch, A rabbit conceals herself Among the only visible stalks of milkweed Whose presence flaw The vastness and whiteness Of a field of icy marble. Her ears flattened back, Her powerful legs ready to spring, Her nose twitching instinctively For an unknown scent. Lynne Houwing CANDLE RAINY DAY There is nothing common In a smile Nothing that can be turned Over and over To study, Nothing that can say Your heart doesn ' t have to jump - For I don ' t stay, you know, I ' m just a smile, Just a flash of broken teeth that lifts Happiness out of puddles. Anonymous Candle, burning in the night let me use your gracious light to bring a glow to empty halls, and melt the ice on frosty walls. Candle, with your flame so small, You can make a shadow tall. You can set the world a-fire and fill our hearts with warm desire. Candle, when will people learn that you shed warmth and will not burn. But I have fears, I don ' t doubt if we ' re not careful we ' ll blow you out. Debby Jamieson SILENCE Have you ever thought of what " silence " It can be felt in many ways: It is entering a deserted house. Walking down a dark and lonely street, Happy thoughts of friends who have left, Sharing it with ones you love. What is silence to you? IS Susan Anderson Mazagan was first visible from the yacht and in- stinctively one knew that it held delight within its walls. In the distance the sun was starting to rise out of the Moroccan hills, giving the city rooftops a ra- diant glow. This was the Arab world. Mysterious and exotic, it had always been the magnet to which I was attracted. Looking back, my yearning for adventure was the only reason I had agreed to act as a " mini-mother " for the Percy family on their Mediterranean Cruise, The Percys were North American upstarts, Billy, their nine year-old son, was demanding and spoilt, and I had already visited other areas of the Medi- terranean, It was Morocco that had drawn my atten- tion. I woke up early on our arrival and, leaning against the boat railing, I began to plan my day. The Percys were to be entertained by French diplomats with a flat in the more fashionable area of the city. Surely they would bring Billy along with them, leaving me with the day to myself. Wonderful! Already aromas of piquant spices and visions of veiled ladies filled my head as they had done so often before in the movies. Only this time it was real. The cold hand of Mrs, Percy tapping on my shoul- der brought me back to the yacht, " Morning, dear. My heavens, you look tired , , , and with such a busy day ahead of us . , . Oh, did I tell you? Billy was coughing all last night . . , Imagine being in that state on holidays! I ' m so sorry, but you ' ll just have to stay on board , , , I mean, we did promise the em- bassy , , , You do understand? " Yes, I understood, and no, I didn ' t mind. No, I wasn ' t worried about Arab mobs raiding the boat, and yes of course, I thought Billy would certainly recover by the time we reached Spain. Always the same excuses, I tolerated the whole production until the Percys departed and I was left with the crew and Billy who now wanted a chocolate bar. He screeched, screamed, and fussed, tugging at my skirt the while, I lost my temper, " Shut up. Sick people don ' t eat candy. You be good. I ' m going to the market. Norma will look after you. " I surprised myself by this sudden outbiorst of anger. " No, no, no. Mom said you was gunna look after me, not Norma. I ' m gunna go where you go, " " You can ' t leave the boat with that bad cold. " " Can too. See , , . " Opening his mouth wide he pointed down his throat, compressing his finger on his tongue, " I ' m not coughing, or anything, " " Billy , . . " " , . , and I ' ll tell Mom that you was hitting me an ' locked me in the furnace room. So there, " Surrendering to blackmail, I sent Billy to his room to dress a nd gathered my things together with a defeated out- look. Perhaps, I wondered, I could pretend he wasn ' t there, ignore him - a practicaly impossible thing to do. Before leaving, I lectured Billy on the dangers of being alone among Arabs, They kidnapped mean little children who stuck their tongues out, " So, " I concluded, " watch out, and don ' t talk to strangers. And be good! " I must have had a magic touch. He followed me silently through the narrow streets, as I headed towards a large wall facade which I knew to be the Medina - the exotic market of the east which I had read so much about. The crowds flowed in and out of it, Arabs with long robes, ladies dressed in black, revealing only their eyes, old men with heavy sacs piled on their backs, young boys in jeans, and the odd tourist in Bermuda shorts laden with stuffed camels, cameras, and plastic costume dolls with baskets on their heads. Even Billy smiled as he watched people go by, forgetting that he was sick, needing attention and candy bars. We wandered through the streets of the Medina, stopping to run our fingers through thick, colorful rugs hanging from the ceilings of small shops. We watched the maidens wailing in Arab lingo, as belly dancers, their skin paint- ed in black, red, and gold, danced in front of them, bells on their feet ringing to the beat of the music. This throb- bing echoed throughout the streets, creating an eerie mood, I bought some figs and freshly roasted pistachios from a blind vendor for lunch and bargained for a thick cape, the kind which I had seen several natives wearing. The salesman settled for four dollars and my new parker pen - not bad for my first try at bartering. Time spent at the Medina passed quickly, I knew that I had to be back at the Percys ' yacht by four o ' clock, before they came back. It was important that they didn ' t hear a word about our outing. We set out on our way back, taking a different, longer route, and I bought us each a coke to satisfy our thirst. All the trouble with the Percys seemed justified then. I was so happy, I even joined Billy in choruses of " Row your boat " and " London ' s Burning " . Luckily we arrived at the yacht before the Percys. Finally when they did come back for dinner, they moaned and groaned about the boring afternoon they had spent, Mrs, Percy embraced us both, " My dear, " she said, " you haven ' t missed a thing, the milk tasted odd and it simply ruined the tea. No . , , you haven ' t missed a thing, " I smiled. What a pity they didn ' t enjoy themselves. When she lef t the room I turned to Billy and we winked at each other. Indeed, what a shame the Moroccan milk had tasted sour! Christine Humphreys HARDENED WAX What ' s left to say the candle ' s wax is overflowing hardening on the floor it ' s all over the heat and the flame are both gone You were always distant Farther away than the stars of nearby galaxies showing off your rings just like Saturn not warm and loving like Venus You ' re a true child of the stars winking at me but never coming closer afraid to be melted by desire. Barbara Clark Ex Nihilo MOON -FRIEND I ' II not create a graven image of you, nor fashion any names , but should you appear someday despite my looking I promise I would not abuse you. If you could use all the lands I ' ve sown and still keep my love safe under the trampled soil, I ' d give you everything, moon -friend, and never ask for more. Karen Molson out of nothing we floated to the surface and crawled onto stratified rock where people watched with hundred -dollar binoculars and reflective lenses. Glimpsing our scales which dried like dead fish in the sun. They laughed and retreated to the Heavens. Out of nothing; sun-baked we safe -landed on earth and took comfort in the warm footsteps there slowly shedding our green -yellow skins (which tended to constrict that species) we launched our vain and selfish attack on Earth And justifying it, we called it Faith. Judi Young All the light has been spent. Still, darkness falls all around. The excitement of a voyageur Lingers on. Still, I ' m glad to be Home. Our travels are over. What we have found is so precious: Few have found this peace. Still, our travels have never Taken us beyond the bounds of home. Jenni Thorsteinson THE PLAGUE The town lay silent, as the birds hovered, the night was dead; the people lay dying, dead, yet life went on and they just died. Robyn Stoner YOUR TIME IS UP Cry bird cry For the life you once knew Sigh bird sigh For the sky once clear and blue Fly bird fly Through all the pollution Die bird die Cause flying ' s no fun Cry people cry You once were brave and true Sigh people sigh For the beauty you once knew Fly people fly Don ' t be chained by your worry Die peopl e die From nature and its loveliness you flee Lie people lie You just can ' t stop doing it Die people die Your time is up . . . and you know it Susan Isaac ADONIS He was a regular Adonis The two of them met one evening and the warm summer breeze spoke clearly of their love. That night his smile lit up the heavens that were her eyes. She and Adonis never aged, they stayed the same always young and happy and they were one until eternity itself came to an end. Barbara Clark Those charas castles of the mind are still clouded in smoke. Quickly, untie your children - the smiles and mushroom magic are not everlasting. 69 with golden curls adorning his strong, tanned shoulders. Adonis walked with athletic ease, his smile would light up the night like a crescent moon. His eyes reflected the beauty that was within. She was the female Adonis she made men turn their heads and women green with jealousy. Her clear blue eyes contained sparkles like the sun setting over the ocean. Her voice rippled with laughter like a stream cascading over rocks. The Tree stood alone in the yard, its bark still and rough. M ny of the other ti ' ere scarred by countless penknives and hard boots but The Tree was untouched. Its hard bark and towering stature seemed to repel the children in the school. The Tree was (or seemed to be) a common oak, but to the experienced biologist it didn ' t seem right. Some- thing was missing in its makeup but they couldn ' t put a finger on it. The trees of the yard were gnarled and welcoming; they seemed to stretch their bent branches out towards a person. The strange thing about The Tree was that it wouldn ' t let anyone near it. When a daring school child moved towards it to engrave his initials on its bark, they were invariably tripped up by Roots which seemed to spring from nowhere. The history of The Tree begins with the beginning of time. At the time of Adam The Tree was beautiful, warm, and vibrant. It bore on its sturdy branches beautiful fruit, so beautiful as to be indescribable. The Tree was a special tree and was reserved for a special time when it was to be harvested and all the new earth would learn the secret of its beauty. But, to The Tree ' s shame, it was not put to this use. The Woman picked one of the fruit, being urged by a force greater than she. As the Man and the Woman ate a voice called through the garden; first it sounded like the wind and then like the crashing of the sea and as it spoke, The Tree ' s heart died in shame. Its lovely fruit shriveled and dropped off and its bark hardened and it was alone. It was doomed to stand in its place for always, so the force which had overpowered the Woman came and dwelt among the once beautiful Tree and it became evil to the core. It happened that The Tree was in an unsatisfactory spot so it was approached by men with saws and axes, but when one man struck The Tree he dropped the axe with a scream. The other men came running and stopped in amazement, for on the man ' s hand was a strangely -shaped burn. One man cautiously picked up his saw but when it touched The Tree he too dropped his tool with an oath. The other men by this time were running in terror. In time, word spread that The Tree was cursed. Years passed and The Tree was in the middle of intersection of a main highway and workers came to pull it down. Finding that some their equipment was missing, they left one man to start work. When they came back the man lay on the ground at the foot of The Tree. His face wore an awful expression. He was dead. The Tree was again left. Hundreds of years later The Tree still stood in its place, the earth was being torn apart by nuclear bombs and people died by the millions. Soon The Tree was the only " liv- ing " plant, but nobody was there to look on it with amazement. Then a day came and man returned; the force had been driven out by a mighty power. Plants grew and children were born. The Tree was no longer a unique specimen. It was ugly and large and had no place in this new world free of evil. Finally it was cut down, its roots were torn out, and people gathered around to see its death. The crowd muttered among themselves: " Strangest thing I ' ve ever seen, " said one. " The tree ' s hollow - it hasn ' t got a heart. " In another part of the earth a tree stood, so beautiful as to be indescribable ... " Michelle Hall I There was once a time when the waves crashed down and receded in rhythm with the pulse of the earth. Then, it was simple and easily done to lie on the rocks and meditate on the sea -blue sky. And even the birds from their ideal arcs in the sky looked down, comforted at last by the earth and the shade from the trees. And then, it was as if commanded by God, that the moon pull away from the earth, altering the tide and the constellations of men. Now, survival was marked by the ability to quickly locate a ledge or crag in which to be protected, and to only feel the salty spray and not be cast away into the depths. In looking there, one could have seen the salt crystallize and watch the tears from the stones and engulf the years of rock and movement. But the deaf stones only listened for the familiar pulse of the water, the shrill laugh of the birds retreating above, and not for the cries of men. Judi Young 71 TELL ME Tell me what your eyes are thinking, what are you thinking of? Tell me what your eyes are thinking, who are you thinking of? Is it me you are thinking of? You could answer all my questions if I could give you speech. You could tell me if you ' d like to run along the beach, Tell me, is it me you are thinking of? Tell me what your eyes are thinking, what are you thinking of? Tell me what your eyes are thinking, who are you thinking of? Is it me you are thinking of? You know I love you dearly, so carry me with pride. Hold your head up high for me and take me for a ride. Tel. ' . me, is it me you are thinking of? Tell me what your eyes are thinking, what are you thinking of? Tell me what your eyes are thinking, who are you thinking of? Is it me you are thinking of? r It ' s true I ' ll never leave you, I know you ' ll always stay. You have a spirit like the wind, you will never go away, Tell me, is it me you are thinking of? % Tell me what your eyes are thinking, what are you thinking of? Tell me what your eyes are thinking, who are you thinking of? Is it me you are thinking of? I know it is far too wishful for you to speak like me, But answer just one question, just listen and you ' ll see. Tell me is it me you are thinking of? Tell me what your eyes are thinking, what are you thinking of? Tell me what your eyes are thinking, what are you thinking of? Tell me, is it me you are thinking of? Gillian Fitzgibbon WE FOLLOWED A STAR Far in the distance the bright star shone, And remained in the sky when the others had gone, Its tail was split like a dragon ' s maw And the earthfolk trembled in the terror and awe. We followed its light in the heat and dust And the setting sun turned the sand into rust. In each saddle bag lay a jewel and a gem As we three old men sought the town Bethlehem. The Shepherd folk gathered all quiet and still And the sound of strange voices was heard on the hill A song now echoed in the awakening breeze And all at once they fell on their knees. At last we had found the place that we sought And the journey ' s end worth all the battles we fought. We entered that hovel with mountain clay tiled And we found not a prince, not a king, but a child. Anonymous THE COVE The old lighthouse stood silent and motionless in the hidden cove. All was quiet except for the noise of a seagull and his family making a nest in the abandoned tower. The old security guard drove in from the old seaside town. He was a lonely man, and spent most of his spare time by the sea, either repairing the lighthouse, or building things for the seagulls. He was native to the countryside, a true New Englander, so he was accustomed to the fog. He checked to see all was well, and returned to his cabin twenty miles away. The dawn came, and with it the business that made the town so lively. The children, as well as the tourists, went down to the beach. Meanwhile, in the hidden cove, the only sound to be heard was the ringing of the seagulls ' voices in the crisp morning air. The cove still remained undiscovered by anyone other than the security guard, and so its beauty was preserved, A nonymous 75 The room is dark. The air is heavy with smoke and the smell of cheap whiskey. The pianist is singing but no one is listening to him. A young man in an old man ' s body sits staring into the cracked mirror, wondering who had stolen his face. As the deaf bartender listens to the wino ' s stories, he is watching the woman in the red dress talking to John about love. Two lonely men sit away from each other, separated by the darkness, both wishing they were not alone, In the far corner, under a dim light, the blind man sees all this and weeps. Nadine Cvetanovic I wish that life was different, I wish that things were too, I wish that words didn ' t get so bent, I wish there was something to do. My wishes could go on forever. And none of them would come true; Nothing ' s going to happen -- ever Unless you wish with me too. Susan Isaac LOVE SONG TO A STAIRWELL Step, step, step Ah! My lonely life! As if no breath of love could ever stir As if he stares right through me, not knowing that My heart ' s fire burns brightly wherever his gaze falls on me. A sharp beam of fire, it is absorbed by my body Ne ' er reflected back to him. I yearn for the fire that burns me. Odd. For I wish 1 had never seen him, Not being able to talk to him, walk with him. Hiding always. Afraid of the ferocity of my own love. My insides turn over. My heart leaps. Gazelles, Cheetahs, Siamese cats, and coal-black harts F-l-a-s-h-t-h-r-o-u-g-h-m-y-m-i-n-d. Step, step, step The clicking of his heels. His coat catches on the bannister, And he is gone. Anonymous 76 THE CENSOR ' S SONG We are a lonely people, a race condemned to pace your ever -shifting soil, to laugh with you at your stinging words donning masks, to bend under your rule. we are a proven, proud race, weavers of lies, our giving pure and tainted, killed, again and again. We are the victims who live in this sum of your massive, strangled minds. SUICIDE Hate, self-destruction, depression, no hope, a bullet penetrates a skull then the pain is gone. Robyn Stoner Karen Molson 77 As I walk out one midsummer morning, Freshness is among the inhabitants of the earth. The dew clings to the leaves, As a leech or a moss would cling to its prey. The air is moist, although not heavy. The clouds are heavy, though not puffy. (The kind for imagining faces and other such images. ) I promise myself (before 1 leave). That I will get at the heart of my problem But my mind quickly flees to the peace of the wilderness. The birds are calling hither and thither. Chirping; and flowing through my mind Like beautiful orchestral background music. The grass (a puffy eiderdown) Blankets my fall to earth. The heart of my problem is no longer real. The core, only seeds to be thrown up and Into the wind. And the wind carries it far away: Back into the wilderness. Judi Young KeJH ONE LOVE AT FOUR When I was at the tender age of four, niy parents entered me into an institution known as the Junior H iug School. It was at this age and at this place of education that I experienced my first love. His name W and his age was approximately the same as my own. However, whislt I, in my innocence, was quite satisfied with my place of abode, dearest Andy was not. He disliked everything about the school and was determined that I shoiJd accompany him on an illegal trip (that is, illegal according to school rules) to London where we could get married and live happily ever after. On this particular day his determination came to the fore. In tiie midst of an argument concerning the trip, he brought out his most deadly weapon. " Are you going to marry me or aren ' t you? " " Of course I am. " I thought quickly while t pretended to be concentrating on my studies. " Look dear, " I said, " I do want to marry you, but shouldn ' t we wait? I mean — " " If you don ' t come with me it will mean that you don ' t really love me. " It was useless to argue against this sort of logic, so 1 eventually succumed to the suggestion and we left for the Big City. Five miles or so down the road, we became hungry. After all, it was nearing lunch time and we hadn ' t eaten a thing since breakfast. We decided to halt our exodus for a short while in order to eat. " r know a great little restaurant . . . " " We don ' t have any money, Andy. " " Oh well, how about my imcle ' s place? It ' s just up the road a bit. " An hour later we arrived at Uncle Tim ' s cabin. Unfortunately, for some reasoti Uncle Time was a bit suspicious, " What are you two children doing out of school ? " " Oh well, we uh, . . . " I never was a very good liar, but Andy was a professional. " We have the day off. The school ' s closed down for repairs. " " Oh really? Well you jiist stay here for a minute while a make a few telephone calls. " Uncle Tim wandered into the other room. Andy looked at me and headed for the door. " Where are you going? " What do you mean? He ' s going to call the school! When he finds out I lied to him, he ' ll kill me! We have to go. " " VVhat about lunch? " I regretted the question as soon as I ' d asked it. Andy glovrered at me. " Crab some biscuits and let ' s go! " Approximately ten miles and eight hours later, we were deep into the English countryside. We were, naturally, a bit tired, and very definitely hungry. Being the brains of the operation, I was expected to think of a solution to our problems. This occured to me as we passed a small field in which there were some horses. " I ' ll tell you what. " Andy and I stopped at the side of the road and I pointed to the horses. " I ' m sure whoever owns them will be quite willing to lend them to us if we promised to give them back. " Andy nodded listlessly. He never had been much of an athlete. Wearily we walked up the driveway of the farm- house and knocked at the door. A middle-aged lady answered the door. She looked surprised to see us. " Can I help you? " " Yes, as a matter of fact you can, " I replied, " We were wondering if we could borrow one of your horses. We ' d return it as soon as we ' d finished with it, of course. " At this point the poor woman took a step backwards and seemed about to faint. " Are you alright? " I peered at her anxiously. " Yes, of course. " She coughed, " Please come in. " " Thank you. " She seemed quite nice for an adiilt. I smiled at her, " Tell me, what are your names? " " I ' m Elizabeth and this is Andy. " I pointed to Andy, who, for some reason, looked quite worried. " And where do you come from? " " From Winchmore Hill. We walked the whole way, " I said proudly. The woman ' s eyes enlarged a few inches. " Please, sit down, " she directed. We obeyed. " I ' ll get you something to eat. You must be hungry. " " Yes, very. Thank you. " I was right, she was a nice lady. As soon as she left the room, Andy turned on me. " That was a rotten idea. Let ' s leave now. " " Nonsense, I ' m hungry, and besides, you know we can ' t walk any further. " Andy didn ' t seem to be satisfied. He paced the room until the woman returned. " Here we are. " She placed two gigantic pieces of chocolate cake on the table. " Eat up, and I ' ll see about the horses. " " Thank you so much. We really appreciate it. " The woman gave us a distracted smile and left the room again. " I don ' t trust her. " Andy scowled as he fed himself huge chunks of chocolate cake, " Why? She seems very nice for an old lady. Eat up, and we ' ll leave as soon as we ' ve got the horse, " A few minutes later, the woman returned with some milk. " I thought you might be thirsty. " She smiled and it seemed to me as though it was a somewhat apologetic smile. Nevertheless we drank the milk and then stood up. " Well, we must be ofi. " No sooner had I said it, however, than the sound of a car in the driveway invaded the room. Andy glanced at me nervously. I shrugged my shoulders. The doorbell rang and the kind old lady went to answer it. To my immense surprise, it was a policeman, " Good evening, mum. I believe you have some runaways here? " " Yes, come in. " I glanced quickly at Andy. He looked dismayed and about to cry. As we walked out the door he turned to the dear kind old lady and muttered something like " Traitor! " I was astounded at this. After all, it wasn ' t her fault the police had found us. The way Andy had acted, ope would have thought she phoned the police and betrayed us! Back at Junior House Boarding School, I was blamed for the illegal trip. Andy was such a sweet innocent little boy, and I was just a mischeil-maker, and therefore it was all my fault, I was duly punished. Unfortunately for Andy and myself, Uncle Tim believed this to be true also, and, since my parents refused to remove me from Junior House, he removed Andy. The day my true love was supposed to leave we made strong vows to each other. We promised to keep in touch, and, when we were a few years older, we would get married . However, fate was not kind to us. For some reason we never wrote during the next few years, and when I was six my parents decided to move to Canada and I, naturally, had to accompany them. I have been heart-broken ever since, for I had lost my one true love. Elizabeth Sellers Today Yes, it is today Yes quite. Well, today we are Quite Quite right, yes. We are about to witness the Most spectacular I believe so, yes Quite The uh, flight of the last known Yes, quite last The last known Wagga Wagga Bird Yes the uh, Wagga Wagga Bird No, no, Wagga Wagga Yes, quite Must agree Well, only a few minutes now can ' t wait Yes, quite exciting now Must agree Oh, oh there it Yes, yes Yes, it appears to be taking off Yes, quite, what strides Yes Quite, ah yes, it ' s up Yes it ' s quite high now Oh, my goodness, what ' s happening? Yes, what? You know Yes, quite. It appears to be falling Yes quite Oh my, there it goes Yes, down. Oops, mush Yes quite Yes, if I do say so myself, mush Yes you do say Yes, I do Well, another day maybe Yes quite Well, ta Yes, ta Quite Roz Jones THE JUNIOR ART AND LITERATURE CONTEST THE BLIND MAN Follow me into the cave of darkness where nothing ceases to see. Where the sun is black like the passing wihgs of a black bird. Where the world is nothing but night. Go: Be off with you. Go to your world where night is only once a day Be off with you. I must stay here where the blackness grabs at me like the heavy wings of a bird wrapping around its prey. Tory Benitz (First Prize) As I sat on the step watching the cold black water float ' by I saw the brightly painted leaves break away from their trees Some fell lazily to the ground and some fell into the cold black water They soon will fall fast asleep and turn crispy I looked and saw groups of leaves dancing across the water Then I saw the last leaf of a tree fall It drifted lonely away It slowly and sadly drifted softly by. The bare trees against the blue sky looked wonderful I took a thin twig from a tree and broke it in half I set one half afloat in the cold autumn water I took a leaf which was lying on the ground and I fastened it to the other half of the twig. I placed it also in the water Soon afterwards I looked back and found that both the twigs were together How could that have happened? I thought as I watched them drift away hand in hand Jennifer Sutherland (First Prize) AUTUMN Leaves floating through the air Gliding down swiftly over the field Landing down on pointed grass, soft crispy leaves Squeezed in your hand, crimson, saffron, chestnut Swooping over my head, hanging on for life Not wanting to leave the world The last of the colourful leaves Soft, soggy leaves pressing against the earth Butterflies swinging from one leaf to another Each leaf wanting to cling to its own creator Its creator made the leaf, a leaf so precious Shining with happiness, shivering with cold Wafting quietly to misery. Rustling noisily to joy, the leaf takes its last leap of hope Then he lies quietly . . . and sleeps. Pat Pezoulas (Second Prize) SA MOVED Rosemary Clyde (First Prize) HAIKU Seasons are changing first comes the warmth then the cold one to another . . . Lesley Banner I LOOKED OUT AND SAW I looked out and saw tall white evergreens I looked out and saw a wide covering of snow I looked out and saw clear pointy icicles I looked out again and saw winter all around me. Sue Wurtele SUMMER Summer is full of lovely flowers Summer is full of dewy grass Summer is full of sun In the summer there is such lovely music of birds who sing a tune Summer is full of trees Trees which bloom fruits and Flowers rain it does its share So summer can bear the sun Carolyn Weppler SPRING In Spring the flower buds are up. In Summer they bloom, In Autumn they drop, In Winter they fall fast asleep. Leilani Farha SEASON THREE Autumn means to me Season number three The leaves are old And turning gold And falling from the tree. They lie on the ground In a towering mound And soon are blowing free. Diana Fromow 84 SPRING IS Spring is a new-bom deer with velvet skin, It ' s the time of year that everyone likes. It ' s a child listening to the Spring breeze, Or looking out the window at a stormy day. The fresh air smells of new green grass And flowers growing and blowing. It ' s time to build a go-cart with my friends Alec and Gordon; The sounds of children playing in the streets. Going to the park, a game of soccer, Or an invented game I made up called grass tag. Spring, when you and your parent go for a walk. You ' re jumping puddles of Spring water melted from old Winter ' s dirty snow. Animals play, and so do we in a bright and shining new day. The wind may blow but the sun is high, and I will have fun all day, Sharon Clarke STEPHANIE ' S SPRING ' The dewy grass curls and wrinkles Because Spring is near. Robins and sparrows build their nests Before the little ones appear. Puddles and puddles of water deep in the ground Just to make the grass grow. Honking geese fly high in the sky, Honking lines of traffic crawl below. Stephanie Bosada SPRING Spring is . . . When flowers grow, When the trees have Leaves. The birds sing way up In the trees. The birds come back - That ' s what Spring is All about! Lisa Hopkyns OUT AND FREE ON A HORSE IN A FIELD SCHOOL IN SPRING Sty - stomp Sty - stomp, sty - stomp. Kick. Wow - I ' m galloping! Feeling the breeze on my face. Pull -- Whoa, Slow down, Clip - clop, clip - clop. Watching the long grass sway in the soft Swoosh, The horse ' s mane Sharp, Thick, stringy. Brushes against my face. Tory Benitz I am waiting. Watching, Ever yawning. The teacher at the desk Keeping an eye on me. But why -- Why would she do that? I look at the clock; Ten minutes left of class And time going by slowly. So slowly. I just passed a note under the desk. The bell rings And out I rush -- What a relief! Rosemary Clyde A GREAT ESCAPE Once there was the meanest but meanest man in the whole of Hick -town and his name was BIG BAD BUD. The reason he was the meanest but meanest man was be- cause he would steal from the only store they had, The General Store, He stole from the houses and he stole from anybody, and that ' s what made him so mean. But then BIG BAD BUD was in trouble becausethe police found out about this mean, mean man, and they put up a sign that said: WANTED BIG BAD BUD The meanest but meanest man $50 REWARD So everyone in the village of Hick -town was attracted by this sign and everybody wanted the fifty dollars because fifty dollars was a lot of money in those days. Everybody in Hick -town was looking for BIG BAD BUD. About a week later the policemen found BIG BAD BUD and locked him up in the toughest but toughest cell that they had and they had the best guard on duty so that BIG BAD BUD couldn ' t get away. But . . , unfortunately their best guard got a little bit tired and fell asleep! So BIG BAD BUD was loose again but also never was seen again! Jane Lawson 86 CLOUDS Soft and fluffy White hunks of ice -cream Free to go where the wind takes them. Sue Wurtele SKY Blue and white, Extremely bright, With clouds that move both fast and slow, With a smell of Spring, That makes the birds sing And all the flowers glow. Denise Healy THE SKY The lift of a sheet of velvet A twinkling powder -blue sky A golden ray of the sun Sparkles the sky. Lesley Banner STREAM The rustling stream rushing away far from me where is it going? over the cataract and down to the quiet waters. Anne Tessier SPRING RAIN I wake up in the morning Hoping it might be a nice day But instead I hear the sound of rain Fitter -pattering on my windows. It makes me feel happy. I hear it on the roof; I hear it on the patio; The rain is happy I can tell. Vinca Willis SPRING FEVER I was outside days ago, I knew it would come, I knew it would go. It was Spring Fever, a wonderful disease. The only sickness that always will please. I had thought it would never be here Because by summer it would disappear. Spring Fever made me think of the sun, And the sun made me think of having fun! It meant the coming of the Spring, A thought that made me want to sing: The breaking of rivers, The end of shivers. The birds would soon reappear, And their songs would reach my ears. Martha Gall SNOWFLAKES Slowly sinking to the ground like stars sparkling, but suddenly wind comes and all the stars are swirling up again Mindi Schoeller WINTER Three gigantic snow balls Rolled up one by one Place two eyes and top hat Soon you will be done. Add a carrot for the nose A scarf to throw around him Three big buttons on his coat And now we ' ll call him Tim. Now it ' s all together Bet you cannot guess How. our. lovely snowman Soon became a mess. As the sun began to shine Nice weather filled the air Drip, drip went the snowman Soon the ground was bare. Karen Wilson THE JEWEL BOX The frail filigree of the gold and silver Entwined and encased the exterior of the box, Ornate and unbelievable, it drew a picture for One ' s imagination The un-dramatic and delicate design Gave it a glittery charm and magic. On half of the box the intricate design portrays That of daylight, of gold glittering on gorgeous things below, All happy and clean. On the other side of the box the design depicts That of darkness, of silver streaked and dulled With shafts of moonlight shining through. And in between is The frail filigree of gold and silver, entwined . Carol Nesbitt LADY OF SNOW Pure white, glistening and sparkling. Eternal life. Coming in late fall and spreading her white coat over half the earth, first lightly and then heavily. When spring comes she lifts her coat of white beauty from the earth. She is gone from us for summer, but she does not die, she hides away in clouds until it is time to spread her white coat once again. Andrea Cardinal HAIKU Christmas trees are bright Like stars shining at midnight Children ' s eyes glitter Vinca Willis 89 HAIKU Gold fish are squirming Blue birds are singing gaily- White flowers are still. Vinca Willis THE COLT The colt is sleek and soft He likes to trot through the wind His step is delicate. Jenny Leslie Rosemary Clyde HAIKU Dawn is nigh, clear, bright. The black filly galloping is Kicking her hooves. Martha Gall TANKA A squabble, a fight, A disagreement, MY worm! Snatching and leaping Feathers go flying in air- The prize is halved in two, Lesley Banner FISH Fish slide, twist, bend, flick. Many kinds, shapes, and colours Silver, orange, gold. Caroline Martin BIRD The fluttering bird, singing and skipping around jolly and happy, He decides to do a jump, off he goes flying away. Anne Tessier Carolyn Weppler HOW THE PORCUPINE GOT HIS QUILLS One day, six -year -old Julie was very lonely because she had no friends. She wanted a pet more than anything, but her father just kept saying no. One summer day as Julie was skipping, she saw a brown squirmy thing crawl through the window. This brown thing look ed very exciting to her so Julie asked her father if she could keep it. This time he said yes , and Julie was very happy. Julie decided to name her new pet Pines. He grew to like Julie very much. He often got into mischief but she never minded. One day day, Pines decided to explore Julie ' s mother ' s sewing room. He thought that it was fun, running through curtains and up walls, and into a box of needles. Suddenly, he didn ' t find it as much fun any more, and for the rest of his life his back was full of needles! That ' s how he became a porcupine. Karen Wilson . THE BEGINNING OF A DAY Calm as the scent of a lily Shrewd as the first light Blue as the sapphire A little glass pearl drop of dew. ■.. . ■ Lesley Banner -. " BLACK . The stallion looked as black as the night as it galloped through the mist. When I looked in the closet it was as black as the look on the witch ' s face when she turned on Snow White. The night was dark as I walked through the pitch-black forest to my house on the other side. I saw a light in my mother ' s room but when I opened the door it was as black as a dragon ' s mouth when he is not throwing fire. ■. ' ' . Tory Benitz THE NIGHT A darkness covers the land as if it was a blanket, and the stars are fancy. The moon is the midnight story-teller. Chris Eggarhos 93 WE USED TO GO A -BOTHERING HOLIDAYS On holidays you can stay at home or Go to far-away places or If you go to Spain there is a lot of dancing there Holidays are fun no matter where you are! Carolyn Weppler We used to go a -bothering, Along the Cherry Lane, Sharon and I were always there When we weren ' t to blame. Heather, Jenni, Debbie and Julie We were always around. But they did not want us there And it was so profound, We hung around the locker room And started a lot of rows, And we died of embarrassment Whenever we were caught. I JUST FELT LIKE I just felt like reading so I went out to play, I just felt like listening so I read a book. I just felt like swimming so I listened to a record. I just felt like doing something but I never got around to doing it. Sue Wurtele FIRST SPRING DAY The smell of wet pines It ' s just like good times Red tulips, purple flowers And the gay April showers, I ran outside onto the wet green grass, Sploosh, splash, sploosh, splash. I hummed a skippy little tune - Spring would come very soon. But wait - It is already here - In that thicket is a deer! I will remember this day, The very first day of spring. Lisa Sawatzky The teachers and headmistress Didn ' t know what to do, We might have been sent to Reform School Or maybe even two; We used to a -bothering, Sharon, and Guess Who? Rosemary Clyde hi HI DAY IN MRS. ELLIOT We climbed Mrs. Elliot. She is my tree. Lesley climbed up a high branch, and I noticed a big, brown bug. The bug had white eyes; it looked like a part of the tree. Jenny tried, oh she tried, just like last year in spring she tried to climb the tree, Mrs. Elliot, But, like last year, even standing oh Lesley ' s bike, Jenny, got stuck. Even though she tried ! So Jenny flew a kite in the April wind, and Lesley and I used umbrellas to hold away the gales. I felt the limbs sway, and I was scared, Lesley laughed at me. The wind blew. The kite flew up high. Lesley and I made umbrella houses from the wind, up in Mrs, Elliot. Martha Gall Lisa Sawatzky A BOOMERANG IS SPRING IS A BOOMERANG The diamond dew drops fall on the patches of crocuses. When pearls of velvet were blowing in the breeze a butterfly landed. It was a May day; the flowers had mellowed and spring had rung. Golden hopes of happiness return like a boomerang, Lesley Banner SPRING The little birds are singing. They ' ve come up from the south, See the little robin With a worm in his mouth. The daffodils are blooming In their yellow petticoats, While the horse is in his stable Munching on his oats. The dogs are out on leashes. The cats are roaming free. The leaves have started budding On almost every tree. The chickens in the farmyard Have started laying eggs, While the ducks run round and round On their wobbly legs. The farmers in the fields Have started planting wheat. And little children play around With sandals on their feet. Caroline Garwood 95 WAVES Crashing, splashing against the rocks. Spinning, turning in the wind. Squashing, sploshing, clacking whacking they come up to explore and go back far away in the foam, Vanessa Thomas SHIPS AND MONSTERS AT SEA As I walk along the shore without one soul around, I think about the stories the sailors tell after a long journey at sea. I see the lighthouse shining around and around, and the waves that crash angrily against the shore, leaving behind algae and shells of all col- ours. I see the old ghosts of legends and ships of gold, and the angel fish swimming about the cold green waters. The lighthouse guides me alone. At night the sparks of diamonds appear on the cool calm wa- ters of the new Orange-born Sea. AFLOAT IN THE MIDDLE OF A TYPHOON As we turned off the lights and went to bed, I had a feeling that something was going to go wrong. We settled on our cots, and slowly drifted off to sleep. During my sleep I had a dream that my wife and I were cruising out in the Pacific and something was terribly wrong, but we did not know what it was. When I woke up I tried to put the pieces together to form a puzzle, but the most important pieces seemed to be missing. When I told my wife about my dream, all she said was, " Forget it, Greg - it was just a dream! " Two months later, we were preparing for a long holiday cruise in the Atlantic. We were all packed and ready. We pushed off from our mooring and drifted until we reached the current. We sailed for three days, until we finally reached the Pacific. On the fifth night of our cruise there was a huge storm. Our boat was rocked back and forth, and several times huge waves covered her completely. The storm lasted through the night. The next morning when we went up on deck we saw that not very much had been damaged except that the mast that held the sail had been broken in half. The water was by then very calm, so.- we started our motor and set off again. As I turned on the. radio to hear the news about the storm, I was still a little shaken by it all. The radio told us that the storm had just been a warning and there was a typhoon heading in our direction. When I heard this, I wondered whether or not we should stop off at an inlet and camp there until the typhoon passed; finally I decided that it would be the best thing to do. That night we settled in our cots and slept well. At about two or three o ' clock the next morning, the boat began to swirl around in circles. I thought, " My God, this •• can ' t be happening! " I stumbled up the stairs to the deck, and looked around. Surrounding the boat was a wall of water. If I looked up, all I could see was sky. I thought No, please let this be a dream! I went back downstairs and tried to calm my wife. Then I struggled with the transistor and after what seemed like a long time I heard a voice. I yelled into the microphone. " Mayday! Mayday! We ' re lost in the centre of a typhoon in the Pacific! Please help! " On the other end a voice yelled back. " Roger! We will send a helicopter ! " Three hours passed and no one came. After four hours, we finally heard a buzzing sound. We wrapped our arms around each other and yelled, " HOORAY ! HOORAY ! " We put our life j ackets more securely around us and pre- pared ourselves for what came next. The helicopter let out a long, swinging rope ladder, I boosted my wife up so- that she could grab on to the end of it, praying that it would not sway too much. I grabbed for the ladder. I had it. I gripped it tightly and climbed up. As I reached the helicopter, I turned around to look sadly down at our boat which was now floating aimlessly and dangerously low in the water. The next year, for our holidays we went to Europe for a two-week tour on land. . ' , ' . : Victoria Benitz o 97 THOUGHTS Russet and yellow leaves falling one by one pirouetting in the air like ballerinas, then a red leaf falls, brightening up the spirit of happiness, and dances down, down to meet friends. All the children run to catch a bright red one, which falls right into the palm of the little girl ' s hands. Anne Tessier GREEN GRASS The tip of the blade is Dark but gentle; The middle is so slender. The root is so soft and luscious An animal would eat it All. Rosemary Clyde 98 TREES Trees are strong and tall as soldiers Trees are small like chipmunks Some sway like trunks of elephants Some are still and straight as soldiers. Some branches are as long as a train Some branches are as short as a ruler Some people say that when they sway They are talking to each other. Caroline Martin The water rushed and tumbled over the sharp edges of the gray rock. Foam gathered on the rock but washed away with the cool re- freshing water. The green birds on the trees appeared and opened like the wings of a butterfly. The beauty of the surrounding environment blocked out any thought of civilization. Liz Gatti TREES Swaying with the wind Water drops fall on my head. Knowing that they ' re like tiny crystals of sugar falling from a silver spoon. APPLE TREE A mass of colourful foliage a hard bank of ebony. Little green apples shining, twirling spiral branches as the tree sways. Sue Wurtele Lesley Banner 99 SPRING BIRDS I place myself as a bird, Chirping on a tree. My wings are strong and My beak is long and free. I have just come from the south To fly with other birds, But if the weather turns cold again I ' ll have to go once more. I ' ll build my nest and lay my eggs And hope it won ' t turn cold again. Caroline Martin TANKA Squirrels have fluffy tails. They eat nuts and play all day long. Their eyes are black like pitch-dark night. Squirrels run on branches like red ants. Sharon Clarke HAIKU Birds soft, small, furry, are fighting over a worm. Who will win? Who knows? Kelly Verhey TANKA Soft feet creep through woods Nestling in the tree trunk Squirrel runs down hill Nuts scattering on the ground The warmth creeping up his fur. Pat Pezoulas SQUIRRELS Brown squirrels jumping from one limb to another, toppling over. Anne Tessier SEALS Seals are sweet, seals are strong, They live in the sea below us. Some people think that seals are to kill But I think that is wrong. Take the Eskimos for instance. They need the seals for food. The fur seal hunters however Quite honestly should be sued. Their fur looks soft and shiny. Their eyes as black as night. I think seals should wear their own fur. Ladies wearing it isn ' t right. Caroline Garwood Spotted, red, black, slowly, quietly on its tiny feet opens its wings and flies, delicate, tickles you, pitter, patter, flutter, silent, quiet, pleasant, ladybird - bug. Vanessa Thomas Furry, soft, colourful Pushes, slumps, climbs Nibbles leaves and petals Fluffy, downy, light Calm, quiet Devours neighbour, but secretly, gently. Caterpillar. Christine McCartney TANKA Evening sun sets Herd of goats lies quite still Shadows on their backs The moon rises quietly Young kids fall asleep at last Martha Gall Annabelle Mandy CALENDAR SEPTEMBER 9 - School opened 11 - Elmwood Tennis Semi -Finals 18 - Elmwood Tennis Finals 25 - Ottawa High School Tennis Tournament OCTOBER 11 - Holiday 13 - Intermediate Tennis Singles against Colonel By 15 - Debate vs. Ashbury: " Alcohol is Better Than Water " 16 - Disco at Ashbury 22 - 23 - Grades 4 and 5 Camping Trip 23 - Tennis Tournament, mixed doubles 29 - Junior Hallowe ' en Party 30 - Reach For The Top Soccer game with Bishop ' s College School Dance at Elmwood NOVEMBER 6 - Dance at Elmwood 12 - Dress -up Day 15 - Mid -term Holiday 19 - Parents Reception 26 - Junior School to " Swan Lake " DECEMBER 2 - Grade 12 to NAC 6 - 16 - Exams 17 - Holidays began JANUARY Volleyball Team played Ridge mont and Belcourt Dance at Elmwood Volleyball Team played Char - lebois and LaSalle Junior School skating 1 FEBRUARY I - Grade 13 parent -teacher interviews 3 - Junior Piano Recital Grade 12 to NAG Volleyball Team played Belcourt 10 - Cafe 5a II - Dress -up Day 14 - Mid -term Holiday 15 - 18 - Spirit Week 19 - Mothers ' Guild Auction 21 - Volleyball Team played Andre Laurendeau 22 - Junior School skating 23 - Volleyball Team played Andre Laurendeau and Belcourt 24 - 26 - " Snow White " Pantomime 28 - Grade 8 ' s to Lac La Peche MAY 5 - Grade 12 to St. Lawrence Seaway 5 - Grades 11 and 12 Biology Trip 6 - Grade 6 Bicycling Trip 7 - Coffee House and Disco at Elmwood 13 - Graduation Formal 19 - Grade 11 Biology Trip 20 - 21 - Tennis against The Study 23 - Holiday 25 - Junior Entertainment Night 26 - 28 - Grade 7 ' s Camping 27 - 29 - Grades 12 and 13 Biology Trip 31 - Grades 4 and 5 to Art Gallery MARCH 3 - Grade 12 to NAG 9 - Winter Term ended 10 - Ski Day 28 - School re -opened APRIL 16 20 21 26 28 30 Spanish Contest at Lasalle Grade 7 to Sugar Bush Grade 9 to Museum of Man Grade 11 and 12 to NAC - Disco at Ashbury - Grade 11 to Department of Mines and Resources - Grade 12 to NAC - 28 - Commonwealth Con- ference at External Affairs Building - Mothers ' Guild Fashion Show - Tennis Tournament, mixed doubles. JUNE 3 - Sports Day 6 - 14 - Exams 14 - Bar-B-Q at Ashbury 16 - Closing Ceremonies ACTIUITIES ' You mean we ' re supposed to EAT this? " SPIRIT OUR FAVOURITE THINGS Dirty white blouses and unpolished oxfords Bloomers with holes in and runs in the leotards Short green tunics with belts on their hips These are a few of our favorite things; Prayers on Mondays and Tuesdays and Wednesdays Thursdays and Fridays, Thank God for the holidays Limches and gum-chewing, writing reports These are a few of our favorite things; When the bell rings And the school ' s out And I ' m feeling sad I simply remember my favorite things And then I don ' t feel so bad. The egg race that ended when the egg broke: " There has to be an easier way! " Miss Gwilym , Mrs. O ' Brien and Mrs. Davies singing " Our Favourite Things. " " The Great Waltz " " The Kaiigaroo Covirt " Double Agents Flower and Power! Twins in PJ ' s Jello-Eating Contest Annie and Eric win the Afternoon Delight Prize The Grapefruit Race Grade 12 won the school ' s Cheer com- petition with the cheer: Oh, we ' re the girls of Elmwood, And we ' re the best alive: We ' ve got a special team, we ' ve got a special drive! You might as well sit back And give yourselves a rest, ' Cause here come the Elmwood girls, and we ' re the BEST! 107 STUDENTS ' PIANO RECITAL February 3rd, 1977 Vanessa Thomas Sonatina in A Minor C, Gurlitt Aria C. Peerson Caroline Martin The Elevator J.W. Schaum The Fairies ' Harp John Thompson Mindi Schoeller Pussy Cat O, Bentley A Porcupine Dance Kabalevsky Gillian Benitz Arr. from Beyer Journey by Train by Fletcher Caroline Garwood Minuet in D Minor J, S. Bach Sheila Reid Study No. 6 Czemy Spain . , . , C. Poole Victoria Benitz Folk Song O, Bentley Margaret Purdy All Along the River Leila Fletcher Reveille Leila Fletcher Patricia Pezoulas Le Petit Rien Francois Couperin Waltz Op. 33 S. Maykapar Sharon Clarke Minuet in G Major J. S. Bach Hymn of Praise F.J. Haydn Carol Nesbitt Prelude No. 2 Click Lisa Sawatsky Old English Country Fiddler Morris Dance The Campbells are Coming .... Schaum Alex Power Six Variations Fr. Kuhlau Elizabeth Sellers Allegro Anonymous Variation N. Lubarsky Branka Stavric Viennese Sonatina No. 1 W.A, Mozart Kathy Suh Sonatina in G Fr. Kuhlau Valse in A Minor Fr. Chopin Alison Lee Sonatina in A Minor Fr, Kuhlau Waltz Kossenko Alix Parlour Sonata in C Major K. 333 W.A. Mozart Ballade Op. 118 No. 3 J. Brahms JUNIOR ENTERTAINMENT NIGHT May 25th, 1977 Clockwise, From Lower Left: Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves; The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe; Richard III; and the Finale for The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe. ;DS J, OIL BIOLOGY 5A WEEKEND Members of the Grade 13 Biology Class, Mr. and Mrs. Gundy, Mr. and Mrs. Aldous, and a mys- terious guide called Michel proved that a weekend studying beavers and forest succession in the rain can be surprisingly enjoyable. We left on Friday, equipped to meet the most drastic crisis but were pleasantly surprised by the modern facilities and ' out houses for two ' . We were divided into groups for cooking and washing up and each faction did their tasks, nobly producing gourmet food for seventeen hungry woodspersons ! The whole venture can only be called a resounding success, but we advise next year ' s groups not to plan any entertainment or encourage any visitors! REACH FORTHETOP Once again the brains of Elmwood rallied around the buzzer for a mildly successful sally into the world of Reach For The Top. We dynami- cally won our first round, as you can see by the score in the pic - ture, but then got stage fright and nar- rowly lost our second match on CBC tele - vision. Next year, we will repeat our ven- ture - hopefully with a little more success. Good Luck, Team of ' 77! 109 SNOW WHITE AND THE SEVEN DWARFS SNOW WHITE - A CREATIVE BEGINNING The story of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs is known to many, yet it is never a boring tale. It is one of those traditional legends which are capable of absorbing much creativity and imagination over a period of years. The adapted version presented by the Elmwood Drama Club, on February 24th, 25th, and 26th 1977, demonstrated the use of the imaginative resources of the club ' s founding members. And with the inevitable triumph of good over evil, love over hatred, climaxing into a " happily ever after, " the cast succeeded in pro- viding the audience with an entertaining production. That, in- deed, was one of their first aims. Complete with song and dance, (and excellent piano accompani- ment by Alix Parlour, ) dwarfs, animals, and witches alike gave a good performance on opening night, obviously enjoying them- selves and doing their best at the same time. With the gym ' s new furnishings - curtains, and new lighting - the incentive was certainly there for cultural development of this sort. We shall await the next step, and if interest and desire to work hard continues, we shall look forward to many more creations, and a new history for the Elmwood stage. Judi Young no The productions was made possible through the joint efforts of the staff and stu- dents. Our grateful thanks to one and all. in order Dim Witty Queen Mirror Snow White Prince Huntsman Doc Happy Bashful Sleepy Sneezy Grumpy Dopey Yellow Bird Blue Bird . Orange Bird Rabbits Chipmunks Trees CAST of appearance A. Parlour V. Gall " P. Blair R. Mac Lure E. Camp S. Murray K. Aston E. Sellers C. Assad A. Lawrence A. Lee N. Cvetanovic S. Warwick H, MacPhee K. Young A. Mandy C. Garwood C. Humphreys J. La Traverse R. Eggarhos G. Marcus L. Mcintosh H. Kelly ' C. Eggarhos C. Nesbitt 111 SPORTS CAPTAINS Left, Senior: Rose- mary Nesbitt, Sports Captain; Sarah Murray, Nightingale; Roz Jones, Keller; Liz Camp, Fry, Right, Junior: Heather Lawson, Keller; Kathy Kershman, Nightingale; Kathy Suh, Fry. This has been an enjoyable year for sports at Elmwood. The team work in the House and Grade games has added lots of school spirit throughout the year. Just to " jog " your memories, we started off with a Tennis Tournament in both Junior and Senior Schools. With the help of Miss Gibson, we formed a Tennis Team which played for the first time against Ottawa Area High Schools. We also held two successful Mixed Doubles Tournaments with A shbury. After the tennis season, Miss Miskelly or- ganized a Senior Soccer Team which played against the B.C.S. Team. Equally successful was the basketball season, and an extra volleyball team, trained at this time by Miss Cwilym, participated in a Tournament with other Area Schools. In the Spring, the new Tennis season started, along with after-s chool jogging. Before I forget, I must thank you for your support for the Elmwood T-shirts, which sold so well. The profits en- abled us to buy new banners. Special thanks to Miss Miskelly, Miss Gibson, and Miss Gwilym, and the Sports Captains of both Junior and Senior Schools. I really enjoyed being Sports Captain this year, and I know my successor will find it equally as rewarding. KEEP UP THE SCHOOL SPIRIT! Rosemary Nesbitt TENNIS TEAM Tennis Tournament Winners Kathy Suh, Junior Liz McDougall, Inter Alix Parlour, Senior Doubles Cup Senior: Rosemary Nesbitt Alix Parlour Inter: Kathy Fraser Liz McDougall Back row, left to right: Carla Peppier, Julie La Traverse, Elizabeth McDougall, Alix Parlour, Felicity Smith, In front: Rosemary Nesbitt, Elizabeth Camp. 114 SOCCER TEAM Back row, left to right: Alison Lee, Andrea Korda, Felicity Smith, Lynne Houwing, Kim Aston, Nadine Cvetanovic, Sarah Murray. Front row: Heather MacPhee, Jenni Johnston, Rosemary Nesbitt, Elizabeth McDougall, Eliza- beth Camp, Sandy Zagerman. Absent: Karen McNulty, Roz Jones, Chantal Rouleau, 115 INTRAMURAL VOLLEYBALL WINNERS Grades 9 and 10 NIGHTINGALE Grades 11 to 13 FRY VOLLEYBALL TEAM Standing, Left to Right: Kim Aston, Sian Warwick, Elizabeth Camp, Jenni John- ston, Felicity Smith. Sitting and kneel- ing: Heather MacPhee, Miss Gwilym, Sarah Martin, Sandra Ulch. Absent: Sarah Murray, Captain; Roz Jones, Julie La Traverse. I would like to thank the Junior Volley- ball Team for another " interesting " year! We succeeded in reaching our goal of 100% improvement. Next year we shall take on the Senior League. E. Gwilym i INTRAMURAL BASKETBALL This year, we demonstrated our usual ele- gance and grace on the basketball court! We began to play the well -organized games in the first term, donning colourful new ban- ners. Enthusiasm increased as the finals drew near. WINNERS Grades 9 and 10 KELLER Grades 11 to 13 NIGHTINGALE Rosemary Nesbitt tries to be heard (upper right) as Fry and Nightingale seniors play soccer in November (be- low, and below right). Winter did not slow down sports activities this year: the Volleyball Team continued to play Ottawa High Schools, and the Junior School occasion- ally went skating in the afternoons. March 10th was a Ski Day at Camp Fortune for the Senior School. Cross- country ski races on the whitened school grounds were popular with the Juniors, who always came to shout and cheer (below) for the competitors (below, right). Sports Day Despite all the weather forecasts, our Sports Day this year was cloudy and cool. Nevertheless, events such as ball throw, sprints and dashes, three-legged races, high jump, and long jump were very successful. Many felt that the highlight of the day was the Pony Ride, when Scamp and Tramp took all shapes and sizes on their backs to trot around the sun dial! Lunch in the gym was followed by drink and popsicle sales, and the announcement that afternoon events were cancelled because of the weather. As the students dispersed with their red and green ribbons, the sun came out just to spite us all! 119 DO YOU REMEMBER - GRADE 13 Memories light the (dim) corners of our minds ... I don ' t care if it rhymes with that . . . " if we live through this we can live through anything " . . . " misty water coloured memories of the way we were " . , . " welcome to our nightmare " . . . the nookie-nookie patrols , . . gossip columns . . . women in love . . . war and peace . . . peace then war . . . " torn between two countries looking like a fool " . . . the visual educational opportunities available in the park and across the way . . . Thursday lunches . . . Pre- fects lunch . . . our last great talent show - someone really rocked out dreamboat! . . . " singing in the rain " . . . the hot spot . . . glad you could make it . . . " bum lot " ... " I don ' t give a ...! " .. . ciggy breaks . . . economics . . . water fights . . . " No! No! No! I can ' t take it no more, I ' m tired of waking up on the floor she had a drink? - a real drink? . . . Coles anyone? . . . literally girls! . . . Annie ' s wild weekend . . . C ' s drunken dinner . . . Judy ' s Patrician parties . . . caught between Scylla and Charybdis? . . . malicious rumours . . . just get him to the church on time ... " A you ' re an Ashbury boy ... " ... Spirit week . . . exhaustion . . . prayers . . . biology field trips - mosquitoes, " wolves " , snakeskins, spiders and outhouses, . . . any raw this weekend? . . . " golly gee " . . . Tiny minds . . . Ashbury ' s Grade 12 . „ . trip to Mont Tremblant . . . dissecting rotten rats . . . " if someone ' s in town can he come? " . . . junior dances vs senior dances . . . chasing stories . . . cruising across Rockcliffe . . . the blue machine strikes again ... La Guerre, Yes Sir . . . extensions . . . jello races . . . The Formal . . . " lovely pool. Oh! You were in the garden! " . . . 24 hours straight . . « detours along Ashbury Way . . . snaps at the Beer Gardens . . . R.I. P. . . . Logic! If you kill one mosquito a million others will come to its funeral . . . the Dipylon vase ... is she here yet? . . . Closing ... it all draws to an end . . . pas vobiscum . . . Did you D-Q again?? . . . " the popularity contest is over " . . . Dear Father of mankind forgive us in our foolish ways . . . " here we come, world " . . . " it ' s along, long road to freedom " ... EDICTORY ADDRESS Mrs. Nixon, Mrs. Whitwill, Honored Guests, Members of the Staff, Students and Friends of Elmwood: Today is both a memorable day and a melancholy day. For Grade 13 it marks a milestone in our lives; we are graduating from high school. From here we will all go our separate ways, yet though we are parting and miles may separate us and years change us, the friends we have made at Elmwood will remain with us. Looking back, it seems like yesterday that the year began. This year has flown by in a mirage of colour, fun and hard work - a mixture which has been both enjoyable and trying. An expression; which was often voiced - particularly on those trying days - was ' if we make it through this we will be able to make it through next year, for sure! ' . Some of the highlights of this year include: Spirit Week with the Scavenger Hunt and the Egg Race, (I am sure those whose noses pushed the broken eggs remember that vividly); Ski Day and the excellent weather; the Mothers ' Guild Auction; the pantomime " Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs " ; the ski trip to Tremblant; the Mothers ' Guild Fashion Show and Junior Entertainment night. On the sports side, Elmwood has become more involved in inter-school activ- ities. A soccer game against Bishops was played in the fall - which unfortun- ately we lost - and volleyball games against other Ottawa area schools were played during the winter. Tennis has also become an important sport; we en- tered the City tournament, played teams from Montreal schools. Bishops, and played two Mixed Doubles Round Robins against Ashbury. Elmwood is a small school and it is, therefore, extremely important that those within its confines get along well together. The three house mottos - Nightingale ' s ' Not for ourselves alone ' , Keller ' s ' Fair play ' , and Fry ' s ' Friendship to all ' - should be used as a basis for School spirit. However, this spirit should not be bottled up for special occasions, such as House games and activities or Spirit Week, it should be a continuous free-flowing spirit. Every- one must join together with a common purpose in mind, in order that they ob- tain the best of Elmwood and for Elmwood, and they should strive continually to make it better for everyone. Throughout the year there have been numerous people whose help has been invaluable to me. I would especially like to thank Mrs. Whitwill, Mrs. Aldous and Mrs. Davies for their patience and understanding, as well as their guidance, during the year. To Jane and all the prefects I can only say that without you and your energy we certainly would not have made it. And to the school - without you this year would not have been the same! I wish Jenni and her prefects the very best for next year and I hope the school will give them the same fantastic support they have given us. Susan Reid Grade 5 Grade 6 Grade 7 Grade 8 Grade 9 Grade 10 Grade 11 Grade 12 Grade 13 PRIZE LIST, JUNE 1977 FORM PRIZES AWARDED FOR THE HIGHEST AVERAGE OF THE YEAR Grade 4 . , , Annabelle Mandy Grade 5 . . , Caroline Garwood m Grade 6 . . , Vanessa Thomas k ' Grade 7-0 . . . Mary White Grade 7-S . . , AimeTessier Grade 8-C , . , Alison Robey Grade 8-G . , , Catherine Le Breton PROFICIENCY STANDING: 809; and over, up to and including Grade 10 75% and over in Grades 11, 12 and 13 , Jennifer Chorlton, Katherine Young, . Juliana Farha, Marion Jones, ClTristine McCartney. , Andrea Cardinal, Erika Coetzee, Darya Farha, A lexis Fearon, Elizabeth Gatti, Carol Nesbitt, Elizabeth Sellers, Jennifer Sutherland. . Cynthia Mallett, Katherina Podewils, Alex Power, Kathryn Suh, Andrea Tang, . Soraya Farha, Andrea Korda, Amanda Lovatt, Christine Parlour, Patricia Schoeller, Susannah Warren, , Victoria Gall, Christine Humplireys, Elizabeth Swift, Candy Warren, Sandy Zagerman, , Elizabeth Camp, Lynne Houwing, Sarah Murray, Susannah Power, Felicity Smith, Sandra Ulch. . Jennifer Johnston, Rowena MacLure, Karen Molson, Rosemary Nesbitt, A lix Parlour, Carla Peppier, Raine Phythian. . Holly Dowden, Keltic Johnston, Rosalind Jones, Anne-Marie La Traverse, Helen Leslie, Rosanna Ma, Susan Re id, Judy Young, JUNIOR SCHOOL HISTORY PRIZE Cynthia Mallett JUNIOR SCHOOL GRADE 8 MATHEMATICS Kathy Suh JUNIOR SCHOOL ENGLISH PRIZE ' lUl ■ , j|| Alison Robey JUNIOR SCHOOL POETRY . . KKt tL .... Martha Gall FRENCH IMMERSION FDSTORY MH HHwI ' " ' " Tessier ims? SCHULTZ PRIZE FOR SUSTAINED EFFORT. , . , " T B T , , , ' . Janet Laven HONOURABLE MENTION FOR EFFORT IN JUNIOR SCHOOL HRRt Kathy Kershman, Gr. 8; Lucy Adams, Gr, 6; Ruby Eggarhos, Gr. 5. JUNIOR PRIZES FOR PROGRESS Susan Bell, Gr. 8; Mindy Schoeller , Gr, 5, JUNIOR SEWING PRIZE Caroline Garwood JUNIOR A RT , , . Rosemary Clyde INTERMEDIATE ART -P tMKKKw ,., , . , Lee Hierlihy (Ashbury) SENIOR ART • • Christine Humphreys JUNIOR CHOIR iS VHHr • • Fiona Gale SENIOR CHOIR -« ww™ Pauline Blair JUNIOR MUSIC Vanessa Thomas INTERMEDIATE MUSIC Kathy Suh SENIOR MUSIC A lix Parlour TYPING AND BUSINESS ACCOUNTING lA Amanda Lovatt TYHNG AND BUSINESS ACCOUNTING 2A 3A Candy Warren THE EUZABETH TANCZYK SCIENCE PRIZE Janet Burrows (for interest) INTERMEDIATE ENGLISH Candy Warren INTERMEDIATE MATHEMATICS Amanda Lovatt INTERMEDIATE SCIENCE Christine Humphreys INTERMEDIATE FRENCH Michelle Hall INTERMEDIATE HISTORY Sandra Ulch INTERMEDIATE GEOGRAPHY Victoria Gall UBRARY MONITOR Sandra Ulch BELL RINGER ' S PRIZE Alison Lee ROTHWELL GRADE 9 ENGLISH PRIZE Susan Isaac LA IDLER CUP Awarded to the girl who, not necessarily the highest in the form in studies or sports, has made her mark on the Junior School by her good character and dependability. It is given to a girl who can be relied upon at any time, and is always helpful and thoughtful of others. Awarded to , . . Kathy Kershman SOUTHAM CUP FOR JUNIOR ENDEAVOUR Awarded for the highest endeavour in all phases of school life in the Junior School. It is the equivalent of the Summa Summarum in the Senior School. It is given to the girl who best lives up to the ideals of Elmwood, who shows leadership and good standing in her das, keenness in sports, and friendliness and helpfulness to others in the school. Awarded to . . . Andrea Tang SOUTHAM INTERMEDIATE TENNIS DOUBLES WILSON GORDON TENNIS DOUBLES Kathy Eraser Elizabeth McDougall Alix Parlotir Rosemary Nesbitt Grade 7-0 (Captain Susan Wnrtele) Fry GREEN FORM DRILL CUP . . (Form prize for participation and interes SENIOR INTER -HOUSE VOLLEYBALL JUNIOR SCHOOL INTER -HOUSE BASKETBALL .... . " T " . " ' , . , . Keller JUNIOR INTER-HOUSE SOCCER Fry Keller JUNIOR INTER -HOUSE VOLLEYBALL Fry INTER -HOUSE SPORTS CUP m , ■ Mjgjg |L , ... Fry WILSON SENIOR SPORTS CUP " fKHf -WK ' ■ ■ Kimberly Aston DUNLOP INTER IvEDIATE SPORTS CUP ymmr -W ft ■ ■ EUzabeth McDougall FAUQUIER JUNIOR SPORTS CUP 1. . . Elizabeth Sellers (Gr. 7-0) CROWDY-WEIR BANTAM SPORTS CUP MAYNARD SPORTSMANSHIP CUP . . PHYSICAL EDUCATION GOLD MEDAL WT . . , Carla Peppier SENIOR TENNIS SINGLES Alix Parlour Gemma Devine Sandra Zagerman INTERMEDIATE TENNIS SINGLES. WHITE JUNIOR TENNIS SINGLES . WB , » . Kathy Suh HOUSE HEAD AWARDS Helen Leslie Andrea Lawrence Elizabeth McDougall Fry Keller Nightingale . , .% r Keltic Johnston WORLD RELIGIONS PRIZE ' ' T» ' ' mmWti3. MaicJire JUNIOR MATRICULATION FRENCH Lyme Homv ' ing JUNIOR MATRICULATION SPANISH Kathy Fraser JUNIOR MATRICULATION GEOGRAPHY Karen Molson JUNIOR MATRICULATION URBAN STUDIES mamk . . . . Jennifer Johnston FIRESTONE JUNIOR MATRICULATION LATIN PRIZE wP . . . Michael Bravo (A shbury) GREENBLATT GRADE 12 ENGLISH PRIZE , , , . . A Ux Parlour COYNE GRADE 12 HISTORY PRIZE (for interest) Jane Burke -Robertson SENIOR MATRICULATION HISTORY • Andrea Lawrence SENIOR MATRICULATION LATIN Alix Parlour SENIOR MATRICULATION FRENCH Judy Martin SENIOR MATRICULATION SPANISH Anne Marie La Traverse SENIOR MATRICULATION MATHEMATICS Carla Peppier SENIOR MATRICULATION PHYSICS AND CHEMISTRY Rosanna Ma SENIOR MATRICULATION BIOLOGY Raine Phythian SENIOR MATRICULATION ARTS Judy Young ALL ROUND ACADEMIC EXCELLENCE Felicity Smith ENGLISH JUNIOR IvlATRICULATION ENRICHED Graeme Clark (A shbury) McKEE FINE ARTS CUP .... Keltic Johnston FORM MISTRESS ' PRIZE GRADE 13 , . . OLD GIRLS ' HOUSE MOTTO PRIZE (Three Girls Eligible) Fry: ' Triendship to All " . " ■, " . Elizabeth Camp Keller: " Fair Play " Rosemary Nesbitt Nightingale: " Not for Ourselves Alone " . . Sarah Murray Rosalind Jones WINNER: EUZA BETH CAMP GRA HA M FOR M TROPHY ft . . Grade 11 . liP . . Fry HOUSE TROPHY . liF . . Fry A LL-ROUND CONTRIBUTION TO SCHOOL LIFE , Rosemary Nesbitt EWING CUP FOR CHARACTER Jennifer Johnston HEADMISTRESS ' PRIZE Barbara Clark HIGHEST PROFICIENCY IN GRADE 13 Anne Marie La Traverse THE PHILPOT TOKEN To ova Senior Prefect for cheerful help in the past and for loyal support, and for effective leadership and authority with the monitors and school body this year. Awarded to . . . Jane Martin SUMMA SUMMARUM Awarded to the Senior Girl who has tried most faithfully to live up to the ideals and best traditions of the School and who possesses the qualities of integrity, trtistworthiness, the spirit of comradeship and the capacity to achieve. The winner ' s name to be added to the illustrious list on the plaque in the Hall, Awarded to , . . Susan Reid ADU£ftTI$INO KAVANA UGH GARAGE LTD. Imperial Esso Products — Tires — Batteries — Accessories — Snow Ploughing — Towing 222 Beech wood Van ier City, Ont. K1L8A7 V SNELLING PAPER SALES LTD. 1410 Triole St., Ottawa Ontario KIB 3M5 745-7184 LEO LA VECCHIA Custom Tailor - Ladies Gentlemen Alterations - Men s Furnishings Headquarters For Lumber and Building Materials D. KEMP EDWARDS LIMITED 17 Springfield Rd. Ottawa, Ont. kim icb Tel. 749-8383 25 Bayswater Ave. Tel. 728-4631 C.N.R., C.P.R. WATCH INSPECTORS Diamonds • Watches • Silverware ARTS SMOKE SHOP Variety Store — Open Nights — Sundays 27 Beech wood Ave. 108 Bank Street Ottawa. Ontario KIP SN4 749-9844 CLARK DAIRY LIMITED 861 Clyde Avenue Ottawa, Ontario MOBIL Paints Distributor JOLICOEUR LTD. 19-21 Beech wood 749-5959 126 CANADIAN BANK NOTE THE JOURNAL COMPANY, LTD. the RFST ' 145 Richmond Rd. P.Q. Classified Advertising - 563-37 1 1 Box B 394 Home Delivery — 563-38 1 1 Ottawa, Ont. K1G3H8 This drawing, called " Decision ' 77, was done by a third-year student in the School of Architecture here at Carleton University. One thing we like about the drawing is that every- one who sees it gets a different innpression of what it says about life, and makingdecisions,and the future. If you ' re leaving high school this year, one " Decision ' 7 7 that you have to make is where, or even whether, to get a university education. And if you ' re seriously considering going to university, we ' d like you to think a little about Carleton. 127 1 owing oervicing lei. 4y-4ozz CASAACORES VARIETY ijiiiiiiv n vv yjKj u on HiIjIj o Eixv v iv rii o x r i lUiN Foam Wholesale ■■ Roger Roi — Prop. Disco int Store 1 1 f Deccn wooa Tel: 741-9450 l Vanier, Ont. V " vy K1L8B3 131 Beechwood Ave. Ottawa PH m Licensed Mechanic Open 7 a.m. to 10p.m. GRADUATES ' ' Compliments of 1 111 ' 0 i9fi RiDFAii ;treet J J BILLINGS BRIDGE LINCOLN FIELDS A FRIEND Where have yot 128 Compliments of SAMPSON McNAUGHTON LTD. Real Estate Brokers Inn of the Provinces Office 237- 2607 350 Sparks Street — Suite 402 Ottawa TAXI (OHAWA) LTtE • LTD. 2351821 SUEDE LEATBEII can be beautifully cleaned by u % LTD. 1 Springfield Road, Ottawa. GEORGED,HOWITH Real Estate Insurance 337 Crichton Street OTTAWA KIM 1W3 Telephone (613)749-9971 Compliments of NATIONAL TRUST • REALTOR H. Keith Division Ste. 100,116 Lisgar St. Ottawa, Ontario K2P0C2 Office: 237-4190 CANTERBURY HOUSE " Books for the Whole Family " — 228 Bank St. — — Lincob Fidds Plaza — — 760 Somerset St.— The First Canadian Bank Bank of Montreal 14 Beediwood Avaiue Vanier, Ontario 130 MORRISON LAMOTHE BAKERY Manufacturers and Distributors of Donald Duck Bread — Pan Dandy Bread SUNIBAKE Fresh Baked Goods 95 Echo Drive, Ottawa, Ont. 232-48 1 1 A Diviswn of Morrison Lamothe Foods Limited Scotiabank offers a world of exciting opportunities for ambitious young people. Our fast-growing network now covers 34 countries. Come and grow with us. Talk to a local Scotiabank manager or contact: Personnel Department, The Bank of Nova Scotia, 44 King St. West, Toronto, Ontario. THE BANK OF NOVA SCOTIA MADAME CARIS Decoration Inte ' rieure Interior Decorator 141 Beech wood Ave., atawa,Ont. KIM 1L4 131 132 1 1 Springfidd Rd. Open 7 Days a Week 8:00 a.m. to 11:00p.m. Sunday 9:00 a.m. 10:00 p.m. FREE DELIVERY OVER $15.00 741-1420 CAPITAL MOTORS GARAGE T. Joe Oudaimy 266 Beech wood Vanier,Ont. K1L8A6 Repair to all Makes of Cars Phone74M160 TOUCH E ROSS C0. 90 Sparks Street, Ottawa LAPOINTE ' S FISH 42 By ward Market Ottawa Alyea ' s Jewellers Limited Chateau Laurier Hotel Lobby 235-2564 133 H. nNE SONS LIMITED 1000 BELFAST ROAD FINE BEST WISHES WHOLESALE FOOD DISTRIBUTORS Office: 6 1 3-235-7275 OTTAWA, ONT. THE ROYAL BANK OF CANADA Montreal Rd. St. Laurent Branch, Ottawa, Ont. MURRAY MURRAY PARTNERS OTTAWA, ONTARIO ARCHITECTS AND PLANNING CONSULTANTS Compliments of a Friend M. 134 riELms oPTicinns HEAD OFFICE: 270 A ALBERT ST. 233-1132 BRANCH OFFICES 67 SPARKS STREET 233- 9765 340 McLEOD STREET 234- 3425 381 KENT STREET 236-6206 BILLINGS BRIDGE SHOPPING PLAZA 733-0376 ST. LAURENT SHOPPING CENTRE 746-6418 LINCOLN FIELDS SHOPPING CENTRE 828-5042 CONTACT LENS - 233-2057 FOR ALL EYETROUBLES CONSULT YOUR EYE DOCTOR Enter summer in super-chic looks that never fail you. Never fail to draw the nicest kind of attention. See the wide range of lively, livable and flattering fashion- packed dresses and suits, at: Peacock Imports. K.V. POULSEN 219 Bank street • 236-6951 • Chargex • Mastercharge 135 OTTAWA TRAVEL AGENCY 197 SPA RKS STREET - ON THE MALL OTTAWA, ONTARIO JUDYWEPPLER TEL: (6 1 3)56 3-07 44 Compliments Of Ashbury College Rockcliffe Park 136 " BEST WISHES " from E.N. RHODES SONS LTD. RHODES WILLIAMS LTD. RHODES MARTIN LTD. OFFICIAL SCHOOL OUTFITTERS A Division of HowarlKs OP canaj a limited (yontr«al) Imwood Also •Haberdashers •Custom Tailors • Made-to- Measure Clothing •Custom Shirts I 890 atStj ' CONI OR siter Tei:. 22 12 0724 Cusi oilier Parkift at all convenient lot . 138 PATRONS 1977 Grade 12 Mr. Ronald W. Chorlton Mr. Mrs. M. Kimmel Mr. Mrs. R.J. Bosada Anonymous Mr. Mrs. W.N. Peppier Dr. K.C. MaClure Mr. R.M. Nesbitt Mrs. Joan M. Whitwill Ms. F. Marier Mr. Mrs. N. Eggarhos - Mr. Mrs. F. Gall Mrs. Cecile Joly Mr. M. Marcus Mrs. G.G. Aldous Mr. Mrs. John G. Re Id Mr. H. Milstein Mr. Mrs. J.F. Houwing Mr. Mrs. W.W. Johnston Mr. Mrs. A.R. Lee Mrs. J. Therien Mrs. N.R. Davles Mr. Esteban Takacs Mr. Mrs. H.P. Korda Mothers ' Guild COMPLIMENTS OF " THE BIG K ' MOTHERS ' GUILD ACTIVITIES A MESSAGE FROM THE PRESIDENT OF THE MOTHERS ' GUILD This has been an active and productive year for the Guild, In the Fall we held our Uniform Sale, New Mothers ' Coffee Party, Annual Fall Luncheon, and the Executive provided lunch for a visiting soccer team from B. C. S. February saw our most successful Wine and Cheese Party and Auction raise an amazing net amount of $6, 500. 00! Events in the Spring Term included a Fashion Show with clothes provided by the " Yellow Balloon " children ' s shop - owned by Heather (Rogers) Thompson, an Old Girl of Elmwood - and " Maison Hippique " ; two tennis team lunches; White Dress Sale; the Annual Meeting of the Gtiild; and a lunch put on by the Executive for the Grade 13 graduates and their mothers. We have provided new curtains for the gym and the stage, and updated the stage lighting with part of the Auction proceeds; donated much-needed gym and games equipment; and given about three hundred dollars worth of necessary items to the Physics Lab. We have also met our regular annual commitments of $400, 00 to the School Library, $100,00 towards the publication of " Samara " , the Mothers ' Guild scholarship of $100. 00, and provided Merit Prizes for Closing, As you can see, the Guild plays an important role in the life o f Elmwood, and your support helps us to continue our good work, Thanlc you, all! Sallie Gall, President, Elmwood Mothers ' Guild, Photos Courtesy of Ian Lawson. 141 ELMWOOD SCHOOL DIRECTORY 1976 NAME GR. ADDRESSES TEL. Adams, Lucy Alexander, Ruth L. Almudevar, Maria T. Anderson, Susan J. Assad, M. Christine Assaty, Maureen L. Aston, Kimberly S. Ballantyne, Mary C. Banner, Lesley J. Baril, Charlotte Bell, Susan M. Benitz, Gillian C. Benitz, Victoria J. Blair, Pauline E. Blaker, Merran K. Booker, Linda M. Bosada, Stephanie Burrows, Janet I. Burke-Robertson, R.J. Camp, Elizabeth M. Cardinal, Andrea Chorlton, Jennifer Clark, Barbara A. Clarke, Sharon F. Clendinning, Carolyn Clyde, Rosemary Coetzee, Erika M. Cvetanovic, Nadine Devine, Gemma Dowden, Holly F. Eggarhos, Christine Eggarhos, Ruby Farha, Darya E. Farha, Juliana M. Farha, Leilani I. Farha, Soraya H. Fearon, Alexis M. Fielding, Diane M. Fitzgibbon, Gill Eraser, Kathryn Fromow, Diana J. Fuerst, Claudia V. Gale, Fiona L. Gall, Martha A. Gall, Victoria M. Garwood, Caroline Gatti, Elizabeth Ghent, Tove J. Gillies, A. Martha Hall, Michele Holland, Catherine Hopkyns, Lisa Houwing, Lynne I. Houwing, Pamela A. Humphreys, Chris Issac, Susan Jamieson, Deborah Johnston, Jenni Johnston, ' Keltie Joly, Sylvie Jones, A. Rosalind Jones, Marion E. Kealy, Tina K. M. Kelly, Christine Kelly, Heather Kelly, Lisa N. Kershman, Kathryn Kimmel, Brenda Korda, Andrea T.A. La Traverse, Anne-M. La Traverse, Julie Laven, Janet C.C. Lawrence, Andrea Lawson, Heather Lawson, Jane K. Lee, Alison R. Le Breton, Catherine Leslie, Helen A. Leslie, Jennifer J. 12 U 9 6 11 8 7 12 8 6 7 12 8 6 7 8 12 11 7 5 13 7 6 7 7 11 6 13 6 5 7 6 4 9 7- 13 12 10 7 10 13 10 12 5 11 10 10 9 11 12 13 7 13 6 13 6 10 6 9 13 10 13 13 7 395 Island Pk. Dr. , KlY OBI 722-44W 54 Park Rd. , Rockcliffe Pk. , KIM 0B9 745-5124 103 Old Orchard, Cornwall 932-3762 320 Mariposa Ave. , KIM 0T 3 749-8542 400 Notre Dame, Gatineau 663-7454 290Faircrest Rd., KIH 5E3 733-9640 2368 Rembrandt Rd. , K2B 7P5 722-3512 441 Roxborough Ave. , Rcklf. 741-5085 Apt. 314, 200 Rideau Terr. KIM 0Z3 749-4416 30-4e Ave. ouest. La Sarre P ? 764-3211 26 Wick Cres. , KIJ 7H2 741-5003 338 Elmwood Ave. , KIM 0C4 ■ 741-8100 189 Glebe Ave. , KIS 2C6 234-5537 157 Macay St. , KIM 2B5 741-1620 515 St. Laurent Blvd. Apt. 339 KIK 3X5 741-6018 30 Qualicum St. , K2H 7H1 828-5322 72 Bowhill Ave. , K2E 6S7 224-5769 Weatherly Farm, R. R. =1, Dunrobin, 832-1362 KOA ITO 2001 Carling, Apt. 2409, K2A 3W5 729-4682 1300 Pinecrest Rd. , Apt. 1911, K2C 3M5 820-2530 41 Lyttleton Gardens KIL 5A4 746-3553 94 Avenue Rd. , KIS 0P2 232-7011 3008 Hyde St. , KIV 8H9 731-1560 1934 Camborne Cresc. , KIH 7B7 737-5665 2138 Dutton Cresc. , KIJ 6K4 749-2387 420 Wood Ave. , Rcklf. , KIM 1J8 746-3975 18 Wick Cresc. , KIJ 7H2 749-0521 238 Greensway Ave. , Vanier 741-7680 29 Pellan Cresc. , Kanata, KOA 2C0 592-3553 10 Parkglen Dr. , K2G 3G9 225-6071 2419 Rosewood Ave. , K2B 7L3 722-6767 20 Rideau River Lane 737-3262 2752 Colman St. , KIV 8J9 521-9888 1891 Florida Ave. , KIH 6V9 733-5058 32 Dufferin Rd. , KIM 2A 8 746-7902 15 West River Dr. , Manotick 692-3011 25 Wren Rd. , KIJ 7H5 746-2040 179 Stewart St. , KIN 6J8 233-3737 280 Park Road, KIM OEl 745-1917 M ri It u ri ri ti 420Lochaber Ave. , K2A 0A6 729-2852 1st Ave. , 30, KIS 2G2 238-4961 2 Cobalt Ave. , KIS 3S8 233-1992 5 Buena Vista Rd. , KIM 0V4 745-6051 1047 Bakervale Dr., KIZ 6P1 729-6226 Huntingwood, R.R. 3, Carp 839-3140 558 Maclaren St. , KIR 5K7 238-7183 191 Alymer Rd., Lucerne, Que. 777-4065 138 Keefer St., KIM 1T8 741-3224 41 Downsview Cresc. , K2G 0A4 224-6814 The Juliana, Apt. 403, 100 Bronson, Ott. 232-3655 Maplewood Farm, R.R. 3, Richmond, 838-2857 KOA 2Z0 64 Dufferin Rd. , KIM 2A 7 749-3616 Old Chelsea Rd. , Chelsea, Que. 827-0127 243 Springfield Road, KIM OLl 745-6541 1910 Haig Rd. , KIG 2K1 733-2705 5 Harrowgate Place, KIP 5K0 828-3145 25 Wilton Cresc. , KIS 2T4 746-4039 M ri II II II M II Rideau Valley Dr. , R.R. 3, Manotick, 692-4664 KOA 2N0 1957 Castlewood Ave. , K2A 2Z6 728-6216 1469 Edgecliffe Ave. , KIZ 8G2 722-9182 169 Withrow Ave. , K2G 2J6 225-5647 190 Buena Vista Rd. , KIM 0V5 745-3337 8 Keppler Cresc. , K2H 5X9 829-1868 23 Davidson Dr. , KIJ 6L7 749-2859 1053 Chelsea Dr. , KIK 0M 7 746-6907 665 Bathgate Dr. , Apt. 1204, KIK 3Y4 749-7538 5 Coltrin Place, KIM OAS 749-6905 20 Lakeview Ave. , KIM OTl 746-4977 142 L slic Jennifer J. 7 II II II II II II 1 " Lovatt, Amanda L. 9 78 Aero Drive, K2H 5E4 828-8867 Ma, Rosanna 13 1206A, 152S Alta Vista Dr. , KIG OGl 731-4637 Macluje, Rowena 12 16 Birch Ave. , KIK 3G6 741-3552 IMacPhee, Heather 12 2455 Rosewood Ave. , K2B 7L3 820-7921 Mallett, A. Victoria 7 453 Briar Ave. , KIH 5H5 737-4383 Mallett, Cynthia 8 II II Mandy, Annabel 4 Ste. 508, 665 BathgateDr. , KIK 3Y4 746-3186 Marcus, Glynis 5 14 Weatherwood Cresc. , K2E 7C6 825-3208 Martin, Caroline 7 Box 861, Stn. B, Ottawa 771-5279 Martin, Jane 13 Marti n, Sarah 10 II II II II II II II Martin, Judith 13 22 Rothwell Dr. , KIJ 7G4 746-4097 McCartney, Chris 6 26 Clemow Ave. , KIS 2B2 120 Juliana Rd. , KIM IJl Box 743, R. R. 5, Ott. , KIG 3N3 234-2772 McDougall, Elizabeth 10 746-6433 Mcintosh, Laura S 822-0646 McNulty, Karen A. 13 41 Hornell Dr. , KIK 0L3 749-8111 Mierins, Lisa 6 250 Acacia Ave. , KIM 0Z7 746-0146 Milstein, Lisa 6 1 Apache Cresc. K2E 6H6 224-3939 Molson, Karen 12 2029 Garfield Ave. , K2C 0W7 225-3082 Murray, Sarah 11 393 Fernbank Rd. , KIM 0W7 741-2212 Nadonly, Lynda 7 1954 Lenester Ave. , K2A 1V9 728-0459 Nesbitt, Carol 7 32 Belvedere Cresc. , KIM 2G3 741-4930 Nesbitt, Rosemary 12 290 Park Rd. , KIM OEl 741-3237 Nevile, Wendy 8 31-3565 Downpatrick Rd. , KIV 8T3 North, Tanya L, 4 R. R. 1 Alymer East, Perry Rd. , Quebec 684-5228 Orizaga, Patricia 9 195 Acacia Ave. , KIM 0L6 749-7821 Parker, L ' Tin 11 3 Woodview Cresc. , Ottawa 824-4687 Parlour, AHx E. 12 938 Echo Dr. , KIS 5C9 233-1891 Parlour, Christine 9 Peppier, Carla E. 12 18 Rothwell Dr. , KIJ 7G4 745-2943 Pezoulas, Patricia 7 106 St. Claire Ave. K2G 2A8 224-5037 Phythian, Raine O. 12 P.O. Box 277, Alymer, Que.,J9H 5E6 684-4476 Pigott, Mary-Jane 9 50 Fuller Ave. , KlY 3R8 728-1816 Podewils, Beatrix 10 290 Coltrin Rd. , KIM OA 6 745-1315 Podewils, Katharina Power, Alex 8 8 R.R. 1, Dunrobin, Ont. 832-1168 Power, Susannah 11 Purdie, Margaret 4 5 Chinook Cresc. , K2H 7C9 828-9802 Reid, Jill 10 741 Lonsdale Rd. , KIK 0J9 749-9482 Reid, Sheila 6 Reid, Susan 13 II II II II II II II Robey, Alison C, 8 159 Marlborough Ave. , KIN 8G1 238-1331 Robey, A.F, Louise 12 Rodgers, Debra J. 12 2195 Hamelin Cresc. , KIJ 6K9 749-9925 Rouleau, Chantal 9 1900 Boul. du Lac, Deua Montagnes, Que, 473-9601 Ruddock, Noquette 5 8 Bedford Cresc. , KIK 0E4 741-8169 Sadler Teresa A, 8 Box 243, Manotick, Ont. 692-3123 Sawatzky, Lisa 7 1982 Leslie, KIH 5M3 731-7564 Schenker, Dorothy 7 12 Commanche Dr. , K2E 6E9 224-4631 Schoeller, Donata 5 290 Coltrin Road, KIM 0A6 745-1315 Schoeller, Particia 9 It II Sellers, Elizabeth 12 457 Oakhill Rd. , KIM 1J5 749-4297 Sellers, Elizabeth 7 29 Davidson Dr. , KIJ 6L7 745-2289 Sheahan, Veronica 11 2 Clemow Ave., KIS 2B2 237-3759 Shmelzer, Jane 8 80 Geneva St. , KlY 3N7 389 Roxbrough Ave. , KIM 0R7 728-0618 Smith, Felicity F. 11 749-7512 Stavric, Branka 9 37 Charkay St. , K2E 5N5 224-7561 Steele, Susan G. 10 45 Kilbarry Cresc. , KIK (H2 746-6723 Stoner, Robyn E, 9 161 Miple Lane, KIM 1G4 746-6116 Suh, Kathryn N. 8 18 Carr Cresc. , Kanata, K2K 1K4 592-2787 Sutherland, Jennifer 7 2138 Beaumont R. , KIH SV3 733-3213 Swift, Carolann M, 8 2001 Woodway Ave. , KIJ 7Y2 745-8074 Swift, Elizabeth Tang, Andrea J. 10 M (I 11 II n II II 8 16 Lever Ave. , K2E 5P5 224-4797 Tessier, Anne 7 59 RuskinAve., KlY 4A8 663-5629 Thomas, Vanessa 6 447 Oakhill Rd. , KIM 1J5 746-3029 Thorsteinson, Jenni Troop, Sheena 11 3360 Southgate Rd. , Apt. 1108, KIV 9A6 523-2854 8 131 Minto Place, KIM 0B6 746-4152 Takacs, Agueda 12 699 Acacia Ave. , KIM 0M6 746-0206 Ulch, Sandra E, Verhey, Erin 11 1333 Fontenay Cresc. , KIV 7K5 32 Chinook Cresc. , K2H 7E1 521-2685 9 828-6858 Verhey, Kelly F. 7 Warren, Carolyn 10 7 Eleanor Dr. East, K2E 6A3 224-9171 Warren, Susannah Warwick, Sian 9 II II 11 P. O. Box 277, Alymer, Que. , )9ti 5E6 P.O. Box 252, 48 Riverside Dr., Long Island, Manotick 684-4476 Watson, Elizabeth 10 692-3722 Weppler, Carolyn White, Lucy 6 10 Queens Park, Lucrene, Que. 684-7806 5 38 Rothwell Dr. , KIJ 7G4 745-2746 White, Mary C. 7 II II II It II 11 II Willis, Vinca I. 7 647 Gaines Dr. , KIJ 7W8 741-1465 Wilson, Karen E. 6 68 Wayling Ave. , Vanier, Ont. 749-4777 Wurtele, Chris 7 186 Acacia Ave. , KIM 0L5 741-0649 Wurtele, Susan 7 16 Lambton Rd. , KIM 0Z5 745-6097 Young, Judith E. 13 174 Dufferin Rd. , 15 KIM 2A6 749-8182 Young, Katherine 5 96 Marlowe Cresc. , KIS IJl 232-6751 Zagerman, Sandra 10 122 Willington Rd. , KIM 2G1 741-6551 143 AUTOORAPHS The year ' s at an end, The parting is near, But, dear friend, We ' ll meet again here. Though miles be between And years change us all, Samara will keep memories green And friendship recall. Published by Josten ' s Nafional School Services Ltd. Winnipeg, Manifoba, Canada. nnnational -•ju


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